#i made these gifs like so quickly before starting my class trip

[mystery-star]

Russell Crowe as Jack Aubrey in Master and Commander (2003)

[arienotari]

Drowning

Summary: When your worst fear becomes a reality and all you have on the other side is a brown eyed boy.

Pairing: Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings: Death, Drowning, Bullying

Edit: I am terrible at editing, and I tried my best so I'm sorry if you find any mistakes. This is my first full story I am releasing out into the world.

Word Count: 3330

I’ve never liked swimming.

People say it makes them feel free, but I felt anything but free. Every chance I got I avoided water at all costs. It's suffocating. Something about floating in a body of endless water and possibilities always made my skin crawl. One major problem that contributes to my fear is the fact that I can’t swim. I don’t blame anyone for this setback because I've never asked how to or showed interest. My inability to swim didn’t become a problem for me until my senior year of high school. I’ve gotten out of swimming class every year up until now and I had no choice but to take it. I tried to tell the swimming coach and counselors privately that I couldn’t take the class. All they said was I could stay in the shallow end. That I’ll be fine. I believed them. 

Word spread quickly throughout my class that I couldn’t swim once they started noticing I wouldn’t leave the 4ft mark. I didn’t really care, all I cared about was getting through the year. I was never really popular which didn’t matter much to me but being in this class never made it more obvious how much I hated it here. I felt eyes on me at all times which only made being in the water worse. 

It was March 12, 2015. Only a couple months left of school and then I’d be off to NYU living my dream of being a writer. First I had to get through 4th period swim class of course. I walked into the girls changing room preparing for the next 50 minutes of anxiety as I put my swimsuit on. I folded my dark blue jeans, my gray sweater, and a white tank top with lace on the trim that I wore under the sweater. Making my way to the pool I started putting my hair up in place of a hair cap I seem to have forgotten. Staring at the water I can see the bottom but it doesn’t stop the feeling of wanting to crawl up from my throat. Half the girls were already in the water preparing for a game of volleyball. Step by step down the ladder my hands begin to shake and my mouth becomes dry like I just ate pancakes. I make my way to the back to avoid any confrontation or any chance of being involved in the game. The one thing good about this class is it has a perfect view of the sky. I always get lost staring out at it wondering who’s also looking back. It makes me forget the situation I’m in and my environment. That's until a ball lands in front of me and about 15 girls are looking back at me waiting for my next move. I pick it up with my now calmer hands from before and spike it. Thankfully I made it over to the other side and the girls immediately turned back to the game. Not without some dirty looks but quite frankly I don’t really care. I watch as Mrs. Withers gets a call which seems to be serious as she tells us that she needs to step outside and when the bell rings to just go ahead. It’s only 10 minutes later when the shower bell rings and I feel the crushing weight lift off my shoulders. The other girls split based on which ladder they are closest to heading to the locker room and I help one of the girls get the volleyballs together. Making my way back to solid ground I rush to put the balls away not wanting to be one of the last to leave. I grab a towel on the rack near the other end of the pool as I make my way back seeing the last of everyone leaving. At least that’s what I thought until I heard someone behind me scream “Wait up” before running past me tripping me in the process. Losing my balance I watch as the one who screamed leaves the room leaving me alone. I hit the water with a loud splash waiting to hit the bottom to kick back up only to never feel my feet hit the concrete. I try to reach for the surface but everything I try seems to pull me down further. I panic, feeling my lungs on fire from filling with water. I tried to scream but no one could hear me and no one ever would. Everything was starting to go black and everything was becoming numb. All I could think about was how much I would miss out on. Finally, everything goes dark and I feel like I’m floating but I’m not, I’m being pulled up. I grab onto whoever’s pulling me up as if my life depended on it. Once I reach the surface my lungs fill with air as I begin to cough unbearably with my eyes screwed shut. I feel myself being hoisted up on the ground and out of the water. I’m pulled into the person who saved me as I am unable to move from exhaustion. When the person holds my face to center it I finally open my eyes as I am met with wide brown ones. 

“Are you okay”, he’s breathing heavily as I study him blocking out his yell to someone to bring his jacket. 

I feel a warm weight on my shoulders seeing its a blue and white letterman jacket out of the corner of my eye. 

“Thank you for saving me” I give him a weak smile but all I get in return is an expression filled with nothing but sorrow and guilt. 

Still seated on the floor I hear a horrified scream from beside me causing me to whip my head towards the chaos. Suddenly time stops and everything goes silent as I choked out a sob watching as a student and Mrs. Withers pull my body out of the water. The whole class comes to watch as they try to resuscitate me but nothing is happening. I feel the stranger push my head into his chest and I begin to cry harder than before. He repeats “I know’s” and “I’m sorry’s” as my world comes crashing down on me. 

Hours later we are still in the same position my hair and clothes dry now along with a tear-dried face. It’s dark outside with only the poolside fluorescent lights to illuminate our two figures. I begin to shiver more and more as the stranger who pulled me out of the water rubs my back and arms. 

“We need to get up, you're getting too cold” he whispers, pulling his body to get a better look at me. 

I lift myself up getting a better look at him as well as I memorize his long structured face, beauty marks, and brown eyes. After a minute I nod and try to stand up realizing that I’m still exhausted, the position not helping adding to the pain. He helps me steady myself and fully extend as he holds my hands making sure I’m okay. 

“You should take a shower and change into your regular clothes, I’ll probably do the same and I will explain everything once we're done. Okay?”, he says softly with an uneasy half-smile waiting for my response.

“Okay,” I whisper back at him not wanting to raise my voice feeling it’ll be too much to handle. 

His smile fills out more as he nods and begins to turn away to do the same tasks as me. I begin to turn away as well before I realize I never got the guy's name who pulled me out of the pool and stayed with me for hours. 

“What’s your name?,” I said, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking away. 

He looks down at my hand holding his arm which makes me see I’m still holding onto him causing me to let go. 

“Wally, Wally Clark”, he said with a wide smile that made me feel alive again for just a split second. 

After warming up from the shower I changed into my clothes from before that were neatly folded. As I begin to walk out of the locker room I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look back at the girl staring at me feeling disconnected from who she was or what she could’ve been. I take a heavy breath before opening the door to leave and face the reality of my situation. Stepping into the hall, the school looked unnatural to me with the lights off. I look over and see a less wet and cold Wally approach me with the same smile as before. 

“How was the shower? Do you feel better?”, he asked one right after the other. 

“The shower was good and I’m doing the best I can with the fact that I am already dead,” I said, peering up at him only noticing now how tall he really is. 

“I know it's hard and I’m sorry it happened this way but I will try to explain everything the best I can.”, he said, extending his elbow out for me to take it as we began to walk further down the halls.

And Just like he said Wally kept his word and explained everything to me that he could. Like how we’ll never be able to leave school grounds unless we pass on. He also showed me all the other kids stuck here just like us and told me how some passed. As well as the weird support group that the kids attend in the gym. Even though he’d joke he never sugar-coated anything, which I couldn't help but appreciate. I won’t lie, the first couple of weeks were rough. I was plagued by the memory of what happened as well as the thoughts of the future I’ll never get. It definitely didn’t help that everyone at school was mentioning it and not in a sorrowful way. During those few weeks, Wally helped a lot with trying to be a distraction so I wouldn’t focus on others. I guess one of the perks of being dead is being able to duplicate belongings so I was able to get my phone and journal. I found the perfect spot on the football field to just listen to music and lie down. I’d close my eyes and imagine what life could’ve been but I knew I couldn’t do that forever, so I started to write more. It was easier to put my wishes and fantasies on pages without having to dwell on them. I usually kept my writing to myself so around 7:30 every day I’d go to my little bubble of solitude on the field and write. It was May now so the sun would start to set around 8 giving me enough light and a view. 

“What are you writing?'' I suddenly hear Wally's voice right next to my ear. 

“Jesus Christ Wally you scared me to death”, I said, jumping in reaction to the sudden deep voice, placing my hand on my heart and dropping my journal. 

“I mean it's a little too late for that someone must’ve beat me to it.”, he said smiling at me as he sat down next to me grabbing my journal to open it. 

I glare at him and snatch my journal back. 

“What too soon?”, he said with a stupid grin trying to get my journal back.

“Just a little,” I said, scrunching my nose. 

“No but seriously what are you writing? You come out here every day and write in that little journal.” He said leaning back on his arms a bit more to get my full face into view. 

I try to hide the blush that has crept up on my face when I realize that he’s been watching me come out here. After a moment I brush my hair out of my face and am met with those famous brown eyes. I take a deep breath before explaining to him my reasons. 

“I don’t want to stay stuck in the living because all it’ll do is bring harm. All I thought about for the past couple of months was what I’ll miss but I never stopped and processed my death. I’ve been hurting for all the things I couldn’t change and it caused me to push anything away, even you. So I thought why not write my wishes and wants down so they don’t stay on my mind. At least this way I can close the journal.” I said with a tiny smile looking up at him as he was staring back intently listening. 

“Before I died I wanted to be a writer and I had my whole life planned out, I was going to attend—“ 

“NYU, I know,” he said, finishing my sentence before I could. 

I watch as Wally sits up straighter and scooches closer to me before tilting his head. I can tell he’s trying to figure out what to say because he’s fidgeting with his necklace. I wait for him because there’s no point in rushing, I have all the time in the world. 

“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he says with a breath held in waiting for my response. 

One of my eyebrows lifts as I tilt my head in response to the slightly weird statement. 

“Oh god, that came out creepier than I meant it to. What I meant to say was even when you were alive I knew who you were.” He said laying back fully down in the grass. 

I watched as he covered his eyes with his hands with a frustrated grunt like he was trying to revert into a hole. 

“What do you mean?”, I said moving towards his laid position to where I’m now bent over leaning towards him leaving my crisscross position to now on my knees. 

I grab his hands that are covering his eyes and pull them down to his chest as I hold them to keep him from covering his eyes again. How he’s looking at me I can tell he’s debating with himself. I wait and listen before I watch as he closes his eyes. 

“The first time I saw you was during your freshman year in the library. I was looking for something to watch for group movie night. I had Rhonda yelling at me in one ear and Charlie telling me something in the other. I was getting a little annoyed but then I looked between the bookshelves and there you were.” He takes a pause to look at me and I squeeze his hand in return to continue. 

“You were tucked into the corner where the bookshelves meet, where no one could see you. In your hands was The Devil’s Highway by Luis Alberto Urrea. I watched as you cried the further you got into the book. After that day I came back to the library every day to see you. I even started picking up some of the books you read, but I couldn't finish half of them though.” He said with a small smile on his face and in his voice.  

He sat up which caused him to become closer to me while he took my hands instead of me holding his. He was looking at the grass for a minute while rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles. When he looked up I could see that he was tearing up making my heart ache. 

“I knew you had anxiety when it came to swim class because you couldn’t swim so I’d go to try and help. Even though you couldn’t see or feel me, I was always there.” He said lifting his hand up to tuck a loose strand of my hair that fell. 

His hand stayed in place as he cupped my cheek and I went to ask why he was tearing up because of this before he spoke. 

“I watched you die. I was there and I couldn’t do anything until it was too late, that’s why I was there. I had to watch you struggle knowing I couldn’t grab you or even scream for help.” He said with his voice croaking with the struggle of what he’s had to go through. 

My eyebrows furrowed as I watched the walls I built up crumble down with one look at him. I never knew he’d been holding in something like this for so long. If I had known I would’ve never tried to shut him out. I was scared of what had happened and how my life had ended but I never thought about him. He was always there and whenever I needed help he was right by my side. I moved from my position pulling him into a soul-crushing hug. It took him a second to respond to the sudden gesture but after a couple seconds, I felt his arms wrap around me.

“Wally my death wasn’t your fault, I need you to know that.”, I softly spoke while hugging him harder, feeling him return it. 

We continued hugging for what felt like years but could never be enough for me to be satisfied. One of my arms is coming up from under his arm grappling his shoulder while the other is around his waist. His arms are wrapped around my waist and I can feel his hands rubbing small circles on my back. Looking up from being tucked away in his shoulder I notice the sun is beginning to set. I begin to pull away and when I make eye contact with him again he’s only a mere few inches away from my face. I raise my hand to brush his hair away from his face as it has flattened from the hug. My hand slips down as it trails from the side of his head to where it now rests on his neck. He’s staring at me the whole time while I do this and when I look up to meet his eyes my heart quickens. Well, I imagined it quickened. There’s something about those brown eyes I’ve grown fond of that makes me feel alive again. His eyes flash down to my lips and back up to my eyes like he’s silently pleading. I give into his wants that now become a need for me and all I can do is nod. His hand comes up to my face pulling me towards him as our lips meet. The kiss felt like everything in my little life led up to this moment. Nothing else seemed to matter to me but the boy in front of me right now who just confessed that he’d been watching me for years. Wally’s the one to pull away first. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him wanting to capture this moment forever. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek and giving me a quick peck. I can’t restrain my gleaming smile as he pulls away for the second time. 

“Well I’m glad we got that cleared up”, he laughed as he spoke. 

I glared at him while punching him in the arm causing him to fall back but not before dragging me down with him. I land on his chest relaxing in his touch like it’s something I've been craving but have been deprived of. We lay in comfortable silence as I felt Wally rub circles with his thumb on my hip. 

“I’m glad it was you who found me. I don't know what I would’ve done” I said, being the first one to disturb the still air. 

“I am too,” Wally said into my hair as he kissed the top of my head. 

We lay there all night even when the stadium lights came on we just talked about everything and anything. Maybe the afterlife won’t completely suck. 

[kjupchurch-xx]

Conflicting Feelings Part Six

As the morning sunset swept through my hotel room's balcony view, I felt Hugh begin stirring in his sleep, "G'day, gorgeous." He said sleepily as I felt him start stretching. 

I smiled, "Good morning, sexy." I purred, leaning up to peck his lips before moving out of the bed towards the bathroom to turn on the shower. 

Today was going to be bittersweet. I was going back home today, my stay in LA had come to an end. It was time for me to head back to the East Coast, to the beautiful, busy town of New York City. Hugh was in LA for the filming of the new Deadpool & Wolverine movie, so I'd be going back to NYC solo. Truth be told, I missed my condo in New York, but I knew I'd miss my favorite Aussie even more. 

Now that things are beginning to happen, the thought of leaving breaks my heart. I didn't realize I was reacting to my thoughts until his voice interrupted the thoughts racing through my brain. I felt two arms snake around me, "What's wrong, my love?" He asked softly. 

I sniffled, quickly wiping a fallen tear from my cheek, "I'm leaving today to go back home." I said as my voice trembled. 

He frowned, "Today?" He asked, making sure he heard me correctly. I nodded, staying silent, trying to control my flooding emotions. "Do you have to go back home today?" He asked. 

I sighed, "I paid for a round trip, so my flight's already booked. I can't get a refund and I can't afford to lose the money." 

He kissed my forehead, "I'll take care of it." He said simply. 

I looked at him, shaking my head. "I can't let you do that." 

He smiled, "I want to and I can." pecking my lips again. 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't want you doing that. I paid for first class and that's not cheap." 

He chuckled, "You do realize I make millions, right love? I'm making $20 million from Deadpool. I can assure you a first class plane ticket will not break me."

I shrugged, "And I'm staying where?" 

He looked at his phone, "With Noldsy and Blake, and of course me. You have to babysit their kids from time to time, but it's not that bad." He chuckled.  

I looked at him, "You seriously want me to cancel my flight?" I asked, grabbing my phone. 

He pouted, "I would be heartbroken if you didn't." 

I smiled, "And Ryan and Blake are okay with this?" I questioned. 

He rolled his eyes, "C'mon, you know Ryan and Blake love you." 

I sighed, "Okay, if you insist..." I logged onto my app and canceled my flight, luckily receiving a 50% refund for a last minute cancellation from the flight insurance I'd purchased when I first paid for the ticket. "It's cancelled." I said, throwing my phone down, pulling him into the shower with me. 

As we washed off he spoke, "We'll drop your rental car off when we head out. We can take mine back to Ryan and Blake's." 

I nodded, "Okay, but I need to make a stop and get some more clothes. I packed for five days and I'm not wearing the same outfits for another week." 

He kissed my forehead, while rinsing my hair out, "We can do that." 

After our shower and packing up the hotel room, we parted ways to drop off my rental car, Hugh following close behind me in his. 

Hugh's POV:  

As I followed close behind her, I was overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the course of knowing her. We'd met each other in 2020 when she starred as an extra on a show I was working on. I had very little interaction with her on the show, but backstage was a different story. She approached me and told me how she was starstruck to work with Wolverine, which made me laugh. 

She was only 22 years old when I met her, I was 51, turning 52. She was an attractive young woman. She was funny, she was intelligent and she was humble. I thought nothing about her until we'd cut up on set and spent hours talking. She had a boyfriend and I had a wife at home, not to mention I like older women. We'd remained friends until she came to my rescue when my father died. That's when things went wild for me. Several things took place that her pride will not allow her to talk about, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. 

When I arrived back to NYC and to Deb, I separated myself from her. COVID made it easier. I kept trying to block the feelings out because I knew they were wrong. I forced myself to focus on Deb, and Deb only, but that only made us grow further apart in our marriage. 

While in England, not only did I walk in on her changing and saw her breasts, there was one night she had too much to drink and confessed many things to me that she has no memory of. She talked about her difficult upbringing, she talked about her failed relationships, but she doesn't have any recollection of admitting to me that she loved me and dreamed that one day I'd be hers. Or how if my marriage ever ends, she was claiming me for herself. That night, I'd had a few drinks myself and we shared a kiss. 

I thought about how after I walked in on her, she'd became what I'd imagine when I'd wank off. I'd imagine how perfect her breasts were, how I wanted to run my hands down every curve on her body as I fucked her, and how her pussy would taste, or how tight it would be around my fingers. I thought about how much I'd want to pleasure her and make her orgasm so much that she couldn't function anymore. Just the thought of her made my dick throb.

But, it was more than just sex with her. She was genuinely my favorite human being, besides my children and of course, Ryan Reynolds. She was there for me during one of the hardest times of my life. She keeps me grounded and focused on the bigger picture, even if I struggle to see it. I'd spent 20 years thinking I was with the love of my life, until I realized I didn't know the meaning of it when she came to England that night. 

Main Reader's POV: 

As we arrived at the drop-off for the rental car, I quickly returned the keys, heading back outside only to be bombarded by photographers. They photographed Hugh, me, us in the car together, etc as they asked if we were an item. 

"They're fucking relentless, jesus christ." I mumbled. 

He chuckled, "You act like you haven't had the press bother you." 

I giggled, "Not to that extent. That was different."

He reached over grabbing my hand, interlocking it with his, bringing it to his lips, placing a small kiss on my knuckles, "Did you want to get clothes now?" 

I blushed, shaking my head, "Let's get to Ryan's first. Let them calm down and then we'll go." I said regarding the photographers. 

He chuckled, "Okay, we can do that." 

The drive to Ryan's wasn't long. It was full of Hugh singing along to songs on the radio. He had a beautiful voice and hearing it on screen was nothing compared to hearing it in person. About 5 minutes later, we arrived at Ryan's place. Ryan and Blake weren't home. Ryan was filming scenes and Blake was promoting her new movie. The kids were with a nanny since Nanny Hugh had been MIA all weekend. 

As we walked in and made it to the bedroom Hugh was staying in, he ran his fingers through his beard, "I've gotta shave this." He said to himself. 

I smirked, "Can I help?" 

He giggled, "Can you do the Wolverine shave? It has to be perfect for the film." 

I shrugged, "It can't be too hard to shave mutton chops."

"Shawn will kill me if you fuck this up." He laughed, handing me a set of clippers. 

I giggled, grabbing them. "I won't fuck this up. Do you know how in love with Logan I was as a child?" 

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Don't say it like that. It makes me feel old and it's making me feel weird. You know I was 32 or 33 when I filmed that."

I shrugged, "I was 4 when it was released." 

He cringed, "God, stop. Let's talk about something else." 

I chuckled as I began shaving the infamous mutton chops, "I love making you uncomfortable." I said playfully. 

He looked up at me, "I'm not giving you a reaction while you're shaving my face, but I've noticed." 

As I finished up showing him my kick ass skills as a barber, we heard a voice downstairs, "Oh, Hugh! Where you at big fella?! It's your favorite Canadian. A little birdie called the media just told me you're with a hot little number. Is she here?" 

We quickly jumped at the sound of his voice, looking at one another, making a run for the door to meet him downstairs.  Ryan looked at us, still wearing the Deadpool suit, "Ah, there she is. Hot little number, this is my humble abode" He chuckled as he swayed his arms around showing me his living room. 

"Why are you in your suit, mate? They actually let you bring Deadpool's suit home?" Hugh asked, smirking, knowing Ryan was instructed to not leave set with the suit. 

Ryan smirked, "Sir, I will have you know, I stole this suit." 

I joked, "Levy is going to beat you."

Ryan laughed, "He can try, but no one can beat me in this suit, darling." 

I rolled my eyes, "Mutton Chops! Look at you." He exclaimed at Hugh, noticing the freshly shaved face. 

Hugh laughed as Ryan's face got serious, "Seriously though, I have a question for you." He said, pointing towards me. 

"And that is?" I asked, furrowing my brows. 

Ryan looked at Hugh and I, "We're rounding up people to play the Deadpool variants. Blake is Lady Deadpool, but there's another female one. Do you want to do it?" He asked. 

I gasped, "Are you serious?" my eyes widened. 

He smirked, "As a heart attack, sister. Plus, I figured it would give Hughy here more time to spend with you."  

[azrakaban]

Heyyy how are youu?

I saw your resquests are open and i wanted to ask:

Enemies to lover with the boys? Mattheo pretty please and reader being a hufflepuff?

Like the whole you meet and both hate each other from the start for years because reader is always in her own world reading caring for magical creatures but she isnt afraid to talk back to them when they're arguing (like calling them players or returning their insults) until one of them as a 'fuck it' moment and kisses the reader and confess their love?

Sorry that was long thank you for taking time to read and thank you if you do write it 🤭💋

I'm great my lovely! Having a good day? Did you drink and eat 2day? :)

actually fr giggled and blushed when making this tbh, have so many Hufflepuff friends so basing this off of them <3 Also totally happy to write for Mattheo hes so bbg !

Careful - Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo Riddle didn't like you. That was clear to anyone who saw you two interact, and honestly, there never seemed to be any kind of reason behind it.

The assumption was just basic house prejudice, but Mattheo was fine with other Hufflepuffs, so why were you so 'special'? You knew he had it in him to be nice, heck, you'd harboured a crush on him since third year, so why now had he decided to be an ass?

Maybe it was that you had a habit of tripping over certain uneven flagstones when reading, or accidentally smashing bottles in potions because you'd spotted a niffler. But you couldn't help being clumsy, right?

Everytime something like that happened, Mattheo would give a sigh and eye roll, which made you upset, naturally. It's not like you wanted to fall over!

As a result you would confront him and he would say the obvious. 'you're so uncoordinated it's almost painful to watch.' Well unfortunately for you, it actually was painful.

So you could imagine the reaction when Snape paired you for potions.

"Careful."

"Shut up, I am being."

A quiet sigh.

"CAREFUL!" He threw out a hand to steady a jar of frogspawn you had nearly knocked over. You glared at him.

"It wasn't my fault, it was in an awkward place..." You said quietly.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, with that same sigh. "I'm sure it was."

You rolled your eyes, mocking him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Mocking me? Real mature n/n." You mocked him again, and he copied you.

"Mr Riddle, Ms L/N, something you'd like to share?" Snape said acidly. You quickly stopped, shaking your heads.

"No sir."

Once he had turned away, Mattheo muttered to you. "Your fault."

You gasped, offended. "It was yours, whore!" You replied indignantly.

Mattheo scoffed, trying to continue work on the potion. You pushed him to the side, and he looked at you in shock for a second, before pushing you out the way.

You did the same, and it turned into a war, before you both pushed at the same time and ended up on the floor.

"L/N, Riddle, Detention." Snape said greasily. "And leave the class."

You both packed your things, flushing, and left.

"Your fault." He murmured, smirking.

"Honestly fuck you." You replied.

"Careful."

"Shut up."

"CAREFUL!"

You turned, glaring. "How about, until told otherwise, I'll be careful?"

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Good idea."

You two were stuck in detention together, polishing trophies. Mattheo sniggered.

"You should get one for falling over, your face seems to have magnetic attraction to the floor." You bit back an exasperated scream.

"Look, I don't get why you hate me Mattheo, but just stop!"

"y/n-"

"No, no, just shut up! Can you just stop?"

"Y/N-"

"I don't like it when I fall over, it hurts, but you seem to be a sadist on some level-"

"Okay fuck it, I'm just going to shut you up."

Mattheo kissed you then, cupping your face in his hands, pulling back after a few seconds.

"I don't like it when you fall over either, you know, y/n." He said, rolling his eyes. "I can tell it hurts, so it irritates me that you're not more careful! You get hurt, Y/N, I see the bruises, and that hurts me too. Just... look out for yourself? For me?" He pleaded with you.

You froze, trying to process.

"Okay so... you don't hate me?" You said, confused.

"No actually, I kiss all the people I hate to shut them up. Oh look, here comes Potter, I'd better give him a snog. NO, Y/N, I DON'T HATE YOU." He laughed.

You giggled quietly, then smirked. "You like me." You said in a sing song voice.

Mattheo flushed slightly. "Do not." He grumbled.

"Youuuuu like meeee." You sang, giggling.

He kissed you again, effectively shutting you up as you kissed him back.

"You like me too though, y/n, let's not forget that." He smirked.

"You know you can't just kiss me every time you need me to be quiet." He laughed at that.

"Don't worry, I plan on kissing you a lot more than that. Though you do have quite a tendency to yap." He reminded you.

You poked your tongue out, moving back to the trophies to continue your detention, and nearly tripping over another wobbly flagstone.

"CAREFUL!"

Love and thanks for the request, hope this was what you were looking for, remember to eat and drink water <3

[ieatstarsforaliving]

The Origin (1)

Summary: How you and Hazel and the fight club started. Also Hazel's Spider-Woman. But you don't know that.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of bruises and cuts, Idk what else

Word Count: 1508

Note: It's literally my first post. It may suck. I don't care. I don't get paid for this. I hope you do enjoy though, cause there's not enough Spider-Woman Hazel Callahan fics out here. Love yall - Bia <3

“You got paired up with (Y/N) for the ‘women murdered in history’ project?” 

Hazel nodded at Josie’s question. She had just left Mr. G’s class with PJ and Josie where he had introduced a new project to create a diorama based on a famous woman who was murdered. The partners were chosen by random, and to Hazel’s horror, she was paired up with you. 

Who just happened to be Hazel’s crush for 4. fucking. years.

Hazel had many moments of crises in her 18 years of life, which included getting bitten by a radioactive spider during sophomore year at a school field trip to the science fair, getting caught by Josie and PJ’s spider-trap (Where PJ wanted to catch Spider-Woman for her youtube channel with a net, and she actually managed to?) and Hazel had to reveal her secret identity, and her mother’s recent divorce with her minor-fucking, emotionally unavailable father. 

But none of them made Hazel as frantic as being paired with you for a school project. 

“Thats fucking amazing,” PJ said in jealousy. “How come that never happens with me and Brittany? I got paired up with that one emo kid who probably wants to blow up the school.” 

Hazel groaned, leaning her head against her locker. She was already tired from last night’s fight with a local bank robbery, which led to her face scratched and bandaged up today. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she was going to impress you. 

“Okay, well, you don’t look very happy considering you’re like, obsessed with her,” Josie commented. She was well used to Hazel’s constant remarks about how pretty you looked during class or how you made eye contact with her for 2 seconds. 

“I’m fucked. I just get so nervous around her,” Hazel replied, anxiety seeping out from her voice. “I have never really had a conversation with her other than, ‘hello’. If I can’t even talk to her properly, how am I going to do a whole project with her?” 

PJ rolled her eyes. “Hazel, why are you so worried? You literally swing down tall ass buildings and beat up tall ass criminals, and you can’t even talk to a girl that you like? Didn’t your spider powers give you like, enhanced everything?” 

“I’m pretty sure the whole point of Hazel’s secret identity is for you to not talk about it out in the open, PJ.” 

“I’m just saying, if I saved the neighborhood every night wearing a red and blue spandex lady gaga suit, I’d be getting so much puss right now.” 

The two continued to bicker as Hazel sighed. PJ was right. It was just a project. It wasn’t a big deal, it was only for a week, and she was certain you were straight anyways. All she had to do was just man up and talk to—

“Hazel?” 

Hazel jumped, turning around from her locker to see you standing with an alluring smile on your face. You wanted to talk to your project partner before the start of next class, who seemed to be very stunned at the sight of you. She looked like a puppy, with her widened blue eyes and her tousled brown hair. 

Hazel blinked rapidly and clutched her notebook, barely managing to reply with a small, “Hi.” 

“I don’t know if you remember me. I’m (Y/N),” You introduced yourself, starting to offer your hand but retracting immediately because you realized that you’re a high schooler and that it’s probably lame to shake hands in this day and age. “I’m partnered up with you for Mr. G’s class—” 

“-Yeah, I know who you are. (Y/N),” Hazel said, almost too quickly, causing her friends to hold in their laughter. “Mr. G’s project. Yeah– I can work on it. All of it, if you want.” 

“No, of course not, we can work on it together,” You laughed, before recognizing all the injuries on Hazel’s face. “By the way, you’re pretty bruised up. Are you okay?” 

Hazel instantly touched her bandages, feeling a bit embarrassed at her state. 

“’m fine. I just fell.” 

You frowned, staring intensely at Hazel’s face. “I don’t think you can get these cuts from falling.” 

“Well, some of them are from falling and some of them aren’t...” Hazel trailed off as you came closer, your face filled with genuine worry. You knew Hazel wasn't exactly popular, but you didn’t know she was bullied. Hazel slowly backed away, her heart beating out of her chest as her back made contact with her locker. 

Hazel's Face started to burn up, turning to Josie for help. Josie stuttered, “This is nothing, she just– she’s part of this— this club, and—”

“A club? What kind of club fucks up her face like this?” You interrupted, your hands reaching out and brushing Hazel’s bangs out of the way, carefully examining the bandages. “Is it like a fight club?” 

“Yes!” 

“No–” 

“-More like a women’s self defense club?”

You looked at the three girls who’ve provided different answers all at the same time.

PJ spoke up first. 

“Yes, we absolutely do have this club where girls fucking beat each other up and shit for… feminism. So that we can teach girls how to protect themselves from the evil male football players.” 

“You know how to fight?” You asked, staring at PJ who barely had any muscles.

“Yes. Because, We… went… to… juvie over the summer.” 

You blinked.

“...There’s also a serious lack of female solidarity in this school,” Hazel stiffly added. 

“Right. Okay, that’s fine, I guess,” You accepted. “Could I join?” 

“Yes. Absolutely!” PJ exclaimed, her face lighting up immediately. “You could bring your friends too. You know. Specifically your cheerleader friends. Specifically Brittany and Isabel.” 

Before you could question why specifically Brittany and Isabel, the bell rang to inform the students for the start of next class. 

“Okay, here—” You took the notebook Hazel was holding and quickly scribbled your number on one of the pages. “Message me so we can talk about the project. And the club. Is that okay?” 

You handed the notebook back as Hazel nodded, in denial that you just gave her your fucking phone number. You waved before running off to your next class, feeling happy that you had made a new friend. (haha friend…)

Meanwhile, Josie was losing her mind. 

“PJ, what the fuck are you doing?” 

“This is absolutely perfect!” 

“No, it’s not, PJ— we don’t have a feminist women’s self-defense fight club. You also don’t care about feminism. Your favorite movie is Entourage.” 

“Okay, first of all, shut up, and second, we can just make the club now, obviously. Come on– I just created the perfect opportunity for all of us to talk to Brittany, Isabel, and (Y/N)!” 

“Hazel, please tell PJ that she’s insane,” Josie turned to Hazel. 

Hazel grinned and said; 

“She gave me her number.” 

Josie groaned. “Congratulations! But we have a bigger problem now. We don’t know how to defend ourselves!” 

“Self-defense is common sense. You try to punch me in the face. I stop it from happening. Whatever, I don’t care, it’s easy,” PJ shrugged, holding a MMA fighter stance and started throwing air punches. 

“Yeah, maybe for Hazel, who literally has the… spider tingles? Hazel tingles?”

“Please do not start calling it Hazel tingles.” 

“And let’s not forget, you literally have superhuman strength,” Josie cautioned. “If we do this— very big if, we just run the biggest risk of exposing you and your spider identity. One wrong punch and you’ll send a girl to the hospital.”  

PJ turned to Hazel and grabbed her by the shoulders. 

“Hazel, listen to me. We teach a bunch of girls how to defend themselves against the evil high school fuckboys. They are grateful to us. Adrenaline is flowing— next thing you know, Isabel, Brittany, and (Y/N) are kissing us on the mouths!” 

Hazel paused. “I don’t know. Like Josie said, it’s a huge risk. The last thing I’d want to do is put (Y/N) in danger.”

A sardonic smile played on PJ’s lips. She tapped on Hazel’s notebook.

“Hazel, she gave you her number.”

Hazel stood, her mind racing once again. PJ’s idea of starting a self-defense club was dangerous, she knew that. She would be gaining attention all while showing off her fighting skills, which is what she had been hiding for years. Josie’s warning echoed in her mind. But then she remembered the way you had looked at her, with darling concern in your eyes when you asked about her injuries. She hadn’t had anyone worry for her like that in a while. 

Hazel took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Josie cried.

“She said okay! It's an okay! We’re doing this!” PJ screamed, grabbing Hazel’s hand and pulling her towards the school’s office to create the club. “We’re going to lose our virginities this year! This is the year!”

“Okay, but who’s going to be crazy enough to even advise this club?” Josie yelled after them, but the two were long gone.

Next Chapter: The Fucking Fight Club

[writerslittlelibrary]

The coolest mom

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summary: you and your mom had always been able to bond over your shared love for motorbikes

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader

warnings: none 

genre: fluff

words: 1020

a/n: This was inspired by a request I got and I just found it adorable! I’ve always went on rides with my dad on his motorbike and it is my favourite thing ever. last year we went on a road trip to Sweden and it was so much fun!

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Your mom had always been a big lover of her bike. She had always preferred riding her bike over taking her car. When you came into her life that didn’t change, and it didn’t take long before her obsession with motorbikes rubbed off on you. 

You loved going on rides with your mom and you couldn’t wait until you could ride yourself. 

When you were younger you used to be scared when Natasha went faster. You always felt like you would fly off, and that thought scared you. 

However, Natasha was always there to reassure you. When you would wrap your arms around her waist a little tighter, she’d lay her hand on yours to let you know she knew how you felt. Sometimes she’d slow down a bit if that’s what you wanted.

However, now you were older, and going fast was your favourite thing. Riding at high speeds simply made you feel free, and there was no better feeling. 

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“Hey mom, we have to go! I’ll miss class!” you yelled through the house as you stuffed your lunch into your schoolbag. 

“One second!” you heard a voice yell back. 

You sighed as you rushed to put your shoes on, knowing it would definitely take longer than a second. You liked being on time. There wasn’t a single occasion where you were not on time. However, Natasha felt a little different about that. 

She wasn’t a late person in the slightest. She was more of a, perfectly on time person. Something that bothered you beyond beliefs. 

“Mom!” you yelled once more as you went to pull your jacket on. 

Natasha walked into the room, putting her jacket over a chair as she reached for her shoes. “Calm down, sweetheart. We won’t be late, I promise,” Natasha smiled gently as she tied her laces.

“You don’t know that, mom. Traffic is terrible at these times,” you explained as you crossed your arms, waiting for your mom to finish. 

“Traffic won’t be a problem,” Natasha simply stated as she reached for her motorbike jacket. 

“Put on your jacket and change your shoes,” Natasha stated as she walked towards the garage, taking your backpack and grabbing her keys on her way. 

You smiled excitedly as you quickly changed your shoes, grabbing your jacket and rushing after Natasha. It wasn’t often that she took you to school on the motorbike, so when she did you were more than happy. 

When you walked into the garage you saw that Natasha had already put on one case on the back of the motorbike. She put your bag into it before she opened the garage, rolling the motorbike outside while waiting for you to grab your helmet and your gloves. 

Once you were all dressed up in your protective gear (because no matter how experienced Natasha was with driving, she would never ever drive herself, or let you drive, without protective gear on) Natasha helped you on the motorbike, starting it and driving it to school.

Everyone at school knew who your mom was. I mean, obviously they did. Their class mate had the actual Black Widow as a mom. 

Of course, Black Widow or not, Natasha was still the coolest mom at the whole school. Nothing beats that feeling of everyone staring while you have the coolest entrance to your school day. 

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School itself was boring, to say the least. 

Luckily, when it was finally over Natasha had driven back to school to pick you up, and instead of driving home, she drove the bike to the beach. 

Once she parked it she helped you off, locking the case at the back of the bike to keep your bag safe. 

You took her hand as you walked onto the beach, heading for the beach cafe to grab some hot chocolate. 

“How was school?” Natasha asked as you were walking over the sand, the beach cafe already in sight. You simply shrugged in response. 

“School was school. Some assignments here, some homework there, you know, the basics,” you told Natasha as you kicked some of the sand. She simply hummed in response.

“So what do you wanna eat? We can do dinner at home, or we can grab some fries here?” Natasha asked.

“Can we eat fries and watch the sunset?!” you questioned excitedly, hugging Natasha’s arms and looking up at her with big eyes. Natasha let out a laugh. 

“Of course we can my love,” Natasha stated as she gave you a kiss on your forehead. 

“Go pick out a spot. I’ll order us some hot chocolate,” Natasha said when you arrived at the beach cafe, motioning her head to the soft couch like structures outside. 

You nodded as went to pick the best spot, giving you the perfect view over the ocean, and hopefully, the sunset. 

Once Natasha came back with two hot chocolates she settled into the seat beside you, enjoying the little warmth that the sun still radiated even at this time of day. She sighed contently as you cuddles up into her side, laying your head on her shoulder and crawling as close as you could to her.

“Hey,” Natasha started, nudging you slightly. “You know I love you more than anything in this world?” 

You giggled and blushed slightly, lifting your head to give Natasha a kiss on her cheek. “I love you too,” you told her, laying your head back down and snuggling into her side again. 

After eating your dinner and watching the sunset, you drove home in the nice cool air of the spring evening, enjoying the slight afterglow the sky held as the sun fully disappeared out of sight. 

You wrapped your arms around your mother’s waist just a little tighter, laying your head on her shoulder as she drove through the small roads that led from the beach to the big roads. You knew that you would never feel as content as you did right now. 

(I’m so sorry I feel like this is trash. It’s messy because I didn’t really have a storyline. I promise I’ll have something better for my next fic)

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[miniwheat77]

Pure Sin. (Professor!Graves x Reader.)

!NSFW, professor x student relationship, smut, sex toys, unprotected p in v sex, NO MINORS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

This was a request, you can find that here!

You’re sitting in a lecture, waiting.

Professor Graves’ class is next, and you can’t wait.

There’s been a sense of tension between the both of you since you started in his class at the beginning of the semester. When you made eye contact, it always seemed intense. When you had to go over something with him, or stay after class. He was always friendly. His hand was always on your thigh, sometimes he’d toy with your hair around your face and a couple times, he’d called your pretty.

When you offered to help him set up his room, he told you “nonsense. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t do any heavy lifting. I’ve got it.”

That’s probably what motivated you to start doing what you did.

You typically wore skirts, but always the kind attached to a pair of shorts. But you’d come across a couple of pleated skirts during a shopping trip that had nothing to hide you. It’s what made you decide to do it in the first place. You started showing off your panties underneath your skirts, making sure that only he can see when you’re bending down.

The first time you bent over in front of him, his eyes widened. Coughing and clearing his throat. Looking away quickly. But the more you showed yourself off, the more he looked. The longer he stared.

But he stayed away. He’s a professor, he couldn’t have a relationship like that with you. It was wrong. So he kept to himself.

When you figured out it wasn’t working, you took your panties off.

The first time he got a good view of you, bent over with nothing on underneath. He sputtered and choked on his coffee, eyes going wide immediately and he turned away from his class. You’d caught him completely off guard and he had to sit down immediately. Feeling himself growing hard beneath his slacks. How on earth were you just walking around like that?

But than he started to catch on.

You were shy around the other boys. Barely moved from your seat. When you dropped something and had to pick it up in front of them, you’d crouch all of the way down so that they couldn’t see you. You only wanted him to see you. He knew it now.

One particular day, you’d showed yourself off to him a little bit and he just couldn’t take it anymore. You clearly wanted him, and he wasn’t going to make you suffer. “Y/N. Will you stay after class?” He asks. Raising up your paperwork. You nod your head nervously.

“Teachers pet.” A boy mumbles, making you roll your eyes. They always called you that.

At the end of the lecture, when everyone made their way out, you packed up your items and made your way over to his desk. Tugging your backpack on. “W-what did you want to talk about Professor?” You ask. “I wanted to talk about this with you.” He raises up your essay that you had written.

He’d given out a rubric, assigning you to write about the 7 deadly sins. And which sin affected you the most.

“I wanted to say that you did a great job. It’s well written, you have good sources and good stories.” He smiles. “And.. you’re a brave girl.” He smirks. “What?”

“You’re the only student in here that was brave enough to write about Lust.” Your cheeks burn and you look down at your feet. “I wanted to show you something before my next lecture but it starts in a few minutes. Stop by before class tomorrow?” He asks. You nod your head. “Good girl.” He breathes. Watching you as you walk toward the door. Once that door is closed he’s palming himself through his pants. Trying to calm the raging fire inside of himself.

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The next day, you did as he said. You showed up thirty minutes early and knocked before you came in, hearing him call that you could come in. He was waiting at his desk. You walk in, and he stands up. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got to get something.” He smiles. You sit down, unaware that he’s going to lock the door. You’re inside with him, completely alone. You’re still standing when he comes back to his desk. “I wanted to ask you something.” He sits down in his chair, moving himself closer to you with his feet. “Do you show yourself off to anyone else, or is it just me?” He smiles, leaning back and crossing his arms. Your heart starts to race. “What?” You ask. “It’s okay. Cmere darling.” He reaches out, grasping your hand and tugging you closer. “Let’s take this off, yeah?” He tugs your backpack straps down, laying it on the ground by your feet.

“I know what you’re doing.” He breathes. Pulling you closer until you’re standing between his thighs. He toys with the edge of your skirt, fingers gliding over your exposed thighs. “You’re showing yourself to me. And.. I just want you to know that it’s working.” He can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You’re so nervous. “I see you, pretty girl. And I’ll give you what you want. You just have to make it through one lesson, you can do that. Can’t you?” His fingers glide up your skirt on the top of your thigh and he can hear you take in a sharp breath. “Y-yes sir.”

“But.. I’ve got something. Picked it up last night. Something that’ll make you feel better about everything.” He smiles.

He stands up, and your eyes follow him as he does, he towers over you and you gasp as he pushes you back into his desk. Raising your skirt up. “Deep breath darling, your heart is gonna beat right out of your chest.” He laughs. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up until you’re sitting on his desk. He returns to his chair, opening up his drawer. He pulls out the toy he’d prepared for this. You swallow hard when you see it. “I want you to keep it in for my lecture today.” He breathes. You’re nervous and he can tell. “Nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a plain toy. I want to see you squirm sweetheart.” He stands up, moving closer to you. Letting his hand slide between your legs. His fingers gliding over your opening. “You deserve to squirm for a little bit. After all, you’ve made me wait a long, long time.” He laughs.

He circles your clit with his fingers.

You stiffen up when he slides a finger into you. Moaning as he begins to pump it in and out of you.

“Fuck… You sound… amazing.” He breathes. He adds another finger, hearing you whine out. Just when you’re feeling the knot start to form in your stomach, he draws his fingers back. You breathe out. Your cheeks are flushed and he smiles. He slides the toy into you, seeing your eyes widen. Once he’s got it completely in, he pulls away from you. “You make it through today.. and I’ll let you have what you’ve been waiting for.” He rests his hand on his cock through his jeans, seeing you swallow hard. “Go take your seat darling.”

You nod your head, going to sit down. He watches you walk awkwardly to your seat. Laughing to himself.

You wait patiently, and when people come in, he starts talking, and you’re lost in your assignment. You’re watching him write something on the board behind his desk. It’s fairly quiet aside from small talk from the others in the room.

You see his hand dip down into his pocket. What you don’t see, is his hand grip the tiny remote.

He presses it, turning to look at you just as it starts to vibrate. You stiffen up immediately. Hands clutching hard at the table. He conceals a smile, turning back to the board and turning the vibration setting up higher. You clench your eyes closed, and your body stays stiff as you start to squirm in your seat. It was going to be a long lecture.

Throughout the entire lecture, he’s toying with you. He’ll turn it off, turn it on full speed. Turning it on really low and watching you grind down into your chair. Your eyes water and you’re frustrated. Ready to explode by the time his painful lecture ends at last. You’re sitting at the end of the first table with your teeth gritted, waiting for everyone to leave the room. “Waiting to talk to him again teachers pet? You’ve probably done enough extra credit for the whole class.” One of the guys says to you as he’s leaving. You roll your eyes which is more than a reaction you’ve given him all year. Professor Graves finds it amusing. The moment the door is closed, he’s making his way over to lock it behind the others. “Thank god, please take it out.” You breathe. Making your way up to him.

“Not yet, Doll. We haven’t even started.” He laughs. Hearing you huff. “Please I can’t take anymore.” You want to cry.

He lifts you back up into his desk, tugging the remote from his pocket. “I want to watch you cum.” He smirks. “I know you’ve been waiting for it, sweet girl.” He chews at his lip. You lean back onto your hands as he presses the button, seeing you jump and tense up as it starts to vibrate. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

You nod your head. He turns up the speed. “Do you? Because.. I don’t think you have.” He turns it up even higher and you’re practically squirming on his desk. Clutching at the edges of it until your knuckles turn white. “Please.” You cry. “I don’t think you’ve earned it baby. You’ve been such a bad girl. Teasing me. I think.. I should stop it.”

“No! Please-“ you cry out. “Please don’t- don’t stop it. Please!” You let out a sob, thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations. “Beg for it than. Tell me how bad you want to cum.”

“Please- I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll be good. I swear- please don’t stop. Please let me cum Professor Graves.”

Please leaves your lips in chants and he watches you shake and sob as your climax approaches. He moves between your legs.

“It’s not good enough.”

He stops it all together and a sob leaves your lips, body relaxing. Actual tears start to stream down your face and your thighs shake violently. He laughs at you, how pathetic you are. He pulls you off of his desk, spinning you around until your back is to him before pushing you over it. “Don’t cry. I’m not finished yet.” He taunts. He laughs as he lifts up your skirt, pushing it up and over your hips, exposing you to him once more. His tongue glides over his bottom lip as he unzips his slacks, pulling his cock through the hole and lining up with your entrance.

When he slides into you, a choked gasp leaves your lips.

He feels better than any vibrator.

“There we go… that’s what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it?” He laughs. “Yes- yes!” You cry. “Good girl. Poor thing.. can feel you throbbing around me. So desperate to cum.”

He taunts you, drawing his hips back and burying himself back into you. You lurch forward with every bruising thrust he takes. “Poor thing.. so needy. Now you know how it feels. How I’ve felt these past few weeks.” He chuckles. “If you wanted me… all you had to do was ask.”

“I’m sorry-“ you whine. He wraps his arms around you, forcing you to stand upright. Your back pressed into his chest and he forces your face to the left to look at him. “I forgive you. I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He smirks. He forces your face back to kiss him, he kisses you hard, teeth knocking into yours with his forcefulness. He keeps his hard thrusts, cock nestled up inside of you. Hips moving with yours. “Fuck-“ you cry, laying back over the desk. He holds onto your hips, fucking into you. “You’re so wet. So fucking tight on me baby.” He groans, letting his eyes screw shut. The muscles in his neck tighten and tense up with how hard he grits his teeth, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this good. “Professor Graves- please.”

He laughs, biting at his lip. “You gonna cum honey?” He licks his lips, tilting his head back. He’s getting close himself. He pulls out of you abruptly, spinning you around before you can protest, lifting you up onto the desk once more. He slides you to the edge of it, sliding back into you. You cry out as he fills you back up again. “Oh fuck!” You whine. “I’m so close.” You cry. “That’s it. That’s a good girl Y/N. You’re doing so good.” He breathes. “Keeping up with me too… god you’re amazing.” He laughs. He holds onto your thighs, so tightly it feels like he might bruise you. “I feel so full.” You gasp. He chews at his lip, fighting his climax back. He needs to feel you cum around him. “Look at me.” He moves himself closer. “I think you’ve finally earned it.” He breathes. “You think so honey?” He keeps his lips pursed. “Yes- yes Professor Graves.” You whine. “Please let me cum.”

“Such a good girl. Go on.” He moves closer, lips right by your ear. His warm breath sends chills down your spine. “Cum on my cock baby.” He breathes. One final thrust into you and you’re crying out. Chills covering your body with how hard he sends you right into your climax. Your body shakes and you squirm as he keeps fucking you, sobbing as he keeps his brutal pace. “Just… oh fuck- a minute more.” He hisses out. Just a couple more thrusts and he’s falling apart, the feeling of you throbbing around him sends him over the edge. He doesn’t pull out. He buries himself right into you to the hilt and fills you full. Dragging you off of his desk and sitting down in his chair with you in his lap. He’s breathing hard and you’re a blushing mess above him as he comes down from his high.

He rests his head back against his chair, breathing out. “Fuck..” he sighs. His heart thumps hard in his chest and you can listen to it as it starts to settle down. “Damn baby.” He wipes mouth, laughing. “M’too old for this.” He laughs. Seeing you blush above him, squirming around because he’s still inside you. You can feel his filth seeping out of you, around his shaft. “All worn out honey.” He smiles. “It’s okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I can do all of the work.” You bite your lip, seeing his smirk. He can’t help but laugh. “Fuck… you’re a bad girl.” He laughs. You rest your hands on his chest, adjusting yourself on him. The way you brace yourself has him hardening again. “Fuck. You’re a temptress you know that? Gonna get me into trouble.” He breathes. “We’ve been in here for too long already, besides. I think you deserve a comfy bed rather than a desk. How about you come home with me?” He looks up at you.

“Uh.. yeah. Sure.” Your cheeks are pink, you didn’t know how far he wanted to take this.

“Funny. I just came inside you and you’re still so bashful.” He laughs. “Meek little thing. Cmon.” He helps you off him, hearing you gasp out as he slides out of you. He can’t help but laugh. You tug your skirt down, eyes widening as you feel his filth seeping back out of you. He watches with a grin as it starts to drip down your thighs. “Fuck.. I could get used to that.”

“Is.. there a bathroom or something?” You blush. “Yeah but you can’t use it. Deal with it until we get to mine. It’s your punishment for teasing me for so long.” He winks. Hearing you protest as he pushes you along. “Get your backpack, brat.” His hand clapping against your ass has you jumping forward.

You pick it up and following him to the door. “Good girl.”

“Now act like you don’t have my cum dripping between your thighs or you’ll get us in trouble.”

[tsukimara]

Hi,

I have a request:

Crona x fem!reader

Reader helps Crona with their homework.

જ⁀➴ Homework help

✰ Pairing: Crona x fem!reader

✰ Summary: Fem!reader helps Crona with their homework!

✰ Warning: None

✰ Thank you very much for request! I hope it's not too short.

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• Homework? Help?

• Crona will definitely need help with their homework, but they are too shy to ask others for help and they don't want to add more work to Maka.

• What about you? But then you'll have to help them and then do your own homework as well.

• Fortunately, you noticed that your dear partner was having a little problem (They kept whispering they don't know what to do) so you asked them if they needed help with their homework.

• Crona will be overjoyed when you offer to help them, but they'll keep asking if it's okay (they want to be sure).

• So after school you invite them to your house.

• With your help, Crona will be able to complete his homework faster without any problems.

• Well, unless Ragnarok decides to interrupt you at this point, which is very likely but all you have to do is bribe him with sweets (Then he will calm down more).

• And as a reward, you will kiss him on the cheek, which will make him look red and nervous, but he won't complain (He even smiles a little!)

• I think that at the end of the day, when Crona is getting ready to leave, he will kiss you on the cheek as well

• After this whole situation, they will hide their face in the pillow mumbling how they will show themselves to you tomorrow after that kiss (Someone stop Ragnarok from making fun of Crona).

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You sighed when your teacher gave you homework again, you could tell by the content that it wasn't going to be easy. When you were about to pack your books, you heard your beloved partner start whispering something to themselves, at the same time, they were slightly tugging their hair. It seemed like they were having trouble understanding their homework but were too shy to ask for help.

"Do you need help with your homework?" I put my hand on their shoulder to stop them from pulling their hair.

"...But you still have to do your homework-" "It's okay Crona. I'll help you and do my at the same time." They thought for a moment but then smiled slightly and nodded in agreement so after class you invited them to your place.

Once you were at your house, you offered them something to drink and then you started doing your homework.

"At the beginning, you need to read it to understand the task, then it will be easier for us." While you were trying to explain the task to them, suddenly Ragnarok came out and started stretching Crona's cheeks.

"Here." You gave Ragnarok a package of candies to finally calm him down and leave Crona alone. Surprisingly, you finished the task faster than you thought without any problems.

"Great job Crona!" You noticed how nervously they looked to the side and started playing with their sleeves.

"Without your help, I definitely wouldn't have made it-" They didn't even have time to finish their sentence before you kissed them on the cheek.

"And here's the reward!" You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing as Crona tried to say something but kept tripping over their own words. Ragnarok didn't even hold back and started laughing at them.

As you walked them to your door, Crona suddenly stopped and quickly pecked you on the cheek. To say you were surprised was an understatement, you stood in the middle of the room like a pole.

"Uhh... I'm sorry!!" Crona exclaimed realizing what they had just done and quickly ran out of your house. You just put your hand to your cheek and smiled.

At the same night, Crona was mumbling in their pillow about how they would show up tomorrow after what they did.

"You idiot, stop feeling sorry for yourself and pull yourself together!" Ragnarok took the other pillow and started hitting them with the pillow (Don't worry, Crona is fine).

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Not All Bad Part 2 (Spider x Reader)

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Spencer “Spider” White x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: naming sexual terms (y’know the map stuff)

Synopsis: The students of Hartley High discover a sex map in the old stairwell which causes public outrage and puts all kinds of relationships on the line. Y/N is surprised to find herself on the map connected to a certain blondie

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Y/N walked into school the following Monday, not particularly excited to hang with her so called friends. Sasha and Missy hadn’t called or texted her over the weekend about ditching her at the party. Missy texted her about her class schedule for the new school year and Sasha hadn’t said anything at all.

Not surprising, just disappointing.

She decided to walk to school, not really wanting to be in a car with them right now. Dusty, Ant and Spider were in their usual morning spot near the bikes. Ant spotted her and sped over, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

“Y/N!” The girl stopped and blinked.

“Yeah Ant?”

“Can I see your timetable for this year?” Y/N rolled her eyes. Ant and her had always had at least one class together every year since year 7. And Ant had been copying Y/N’s homework in those classes since then.

She held out her hand.

“Show me yours.” Ant excitedly pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of his timetable. Y/N scanned then handed it back.

“Maths, English and Biology.”

“Yes!” Ant punched the air. Y/N smirked.

“Not so fast Anthony. I’m gonna start charging you this year.” Ant’s arms went limp.

“Whaaat? Y/N come on-“

“Nope. You gotta pay up or you gotta do it yourself.” He sighed.

“Okay fine.” Dusty and Spider walked over.

“You still letting Ant copy your homework?” Dusty asked, amused.

“Yes but with a little twist this year.” Y/N sung. Ant looked defeated.

“I’m gonna have to get a job now.” Spider laughed.

“Aww Y/N you chargin’ him now?” Y/N grinned. She was wondering when he was going to say something.

“Well I’ve got my eye on a new pair of shoes, so one of us better start working.” He laughed harder.

Spider seemed to be back to his usual self but with something a little different. Something only Y/N would notice.

It felt like he was noticing her more. Y/N wasn’t sure if that would make sense to anyone else but it made sense to her. The way he looked at her was different. Like he was hanging off of every word she said, awaiting the next.

It didn’t feel like he had changed because she had shown him a little affection. It felt more like he might’ve liked her before, and that little kiss on the cheek gave him the confidence that she might like him back.

Dusty put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder before quickly dropping it. Spider’s smile faltered at the action.

“We gotta go but we’ll see ya later.” Dusty started walking away, the other two following after him.

“Thanks Y/N! See ya!” Ant added.

“You better have my money Ant!” Y/N called back making Spider chuckle one last time. He looked back to see Y/N still smiling at him, wiping away the doubt Dusty’s action gave him.

“Hey girl!” Missy sung as her Sasha and Amerie skipped over. Y/N’s face dropped when she saw them.

“Hey.” She replied in an unenthusiastic tone. The girls frowned.

“What’s up?” Missy asked in confusion. Y/N frowned.

“You two ditched me at the party.” Missy blinked in surprise.

“You guys ditched Y/N?” Amerie questioned.

“What?” Missy turned to Sasha. “I thought you said she didn’t wanna come with us?” The pink haired girl stuttered, her lie caught in her throat.

“O-Oh well I didn’t actually ask her, I just assumed she wouldn’t wanna go.” Y/N sighed.

“It would’ve been nice to know that you guys left at least.” Missy stepped a little closer to her.

“I’m really sorry about that Y/N, I had no idea. It won’t happen again.” Y/N nodded and smiled but the apology was from the wrong person.

“Oi! There's a fully-gacked sеx map in the old stairwell. It's called the Incest Map!” A girl in the quad shouted. The trio looked at each other and ran with the rest of the students.

It was true.

There it was. A map of students, some with decorated names when they had a lot of connections, others small connecting to one person. A helpful guide was on the right for the meaning of each line spanning from blowie to butt fucked.

“You scissored Greta Bathgate?” Missy loudly questioned Sasha. “Before or after we broke up?”

“I don't remember.”

“You don't remember?”

“I'm pretty sure we were on a break, but...” Missy began walking away. Sasha called out to her. “Wait, Missy.”

“Nah, I need space, man.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Good one Sasha.” She looked back at the map, going through names.

Darren gave Ant a wristy, Jessica wanks in public, Sasha’s been with nearly every girl in her year…

Spider.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious of Spider’s history. She read the names connecting to his.

Fucked Suzie and Quinni, gave Eleanor a dirty thumb, Saskia gave him a suckback. And according to the little note on the side, he made sure she couldn’t walk for three days. An extra little note added that that was probably fake.

Y/N remembered Spider going around last year bragging about it. Yeah definitely fake.

One last name connected to his.

Y/N.

“Oh shit.” Y/N breathed out. She hadn’t even noticed her own name yet. Sasha pulled a disgusted face.

“Oh gross Y/N you let Spider fuck you?”

“No that’s not true!” Y/N objected. She read the other connections to her name.

Hooked up with Ca$h. Not a complete lie. They made out at a party for like 10 seconds.

Fucked Dusty. Complete lie.

Y/N could tell almost all of these were rumours. But she also knew that everyone loved rumours. She looked over to Spider and Dusty. They were still reading the map.

She watched Spider’s face drop. He blinked slowly, processing. Then he looked around for Y/N and spotted her.

She gave him a look that said Are you gonna say anything? He just looked back at her blankly, like a deer in the headlights.

“Quinni, lazy kebab.” Quinni frowned.

“That's not true. What's a lazy kebab? Spider, what's a lazy kebab?”

Spider’s head turned back to the map. Y/N continued to stare at him in frustration getting nothing in return.

An announcement came over the intercom.

“All students to the gym for assembly. All students to the gym for assembly.” Everyone groaned and headed over, taking some last minute pictures of the map.

Y/N could see Spider ahead of her in the crowd.

Is he really not gonna say anything?

She looked to her right at Amerie who looked very concerned. Y/N couldn’t remember what it said about Amerie on the map but judging by her face it was really bad.

“Hey Ams you okay?” Y/N asked.

“You seen Harper today?” Amerie asked, panicked. Y/N thought then shook her head.

“No. She text you?” Amerie shook hers.

“Huh. Weird.”

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Not That Type of Crush - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You finally get tired of Lydia trying to set you up with girls when Stiles gets in on it

Words: 648

warnings: none I think

Y/N's POV

"You know Kira's had a crush on you since like forever, right?" Lydia tells me as we're sat at lunch.

"OH! Why don't we go on like a three way date?" Allison chimes in, "Scott and Lydia, Me and Isaac and you and Kira."

"No thank you, I'm okay," I brush off the uncomfortableness I always feel when Allison and Lydia try and get me to go on dates with some girls they know. Although Kira's part of the pack I'm not interesting in dating her or any girl in this school. I'm not interested in dating any girl. Full stop.

It took me a while to come to terms with the fact I don't really find girl attractive romantically. I can definitely confirm that they're attractive but I'm not attracted. Oh no, I found out pretty quickly after starting at Beacon Hills High that the guys at this school are very easy on the eyes.

Nearly all of them. Jackson... well, that's a different story. He and I quickly became best friends when he took me under his wing for some reason and introduced me to the pack after he found out I was a werefox.

Let's just say that as soon as I set eyes on one certain brunette who has a tendency to trip over flat surfaces, I was the one to fall. Oh man he was beautiful and I had to advert my gaze before Jackson caught on as Jackson, quite quickly became able to read me. The look that I got was enough for now: lean and attractive with moles scattered across his pale skin, brown hair messy and eyes a deep shade of cognac that made me weak at the knees. I had to grab Jackson's arm when Stiles smiled at me for the first time.

"Y/N?" Lydia kicks me lightly under the table, "Who's this mystery girl on your mind, huh?"

"No-one" I grumble, glaring at my empty sandwich wrapper and luckily for me, before Lydia can probe much more the bell cuts us off and I'm running to my next class to get away.

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"So, Lydia tells me you have a crush on a girl," Stiles pipes up at the end of the day as we're walking across the parking lot towards his famous jeep.

"No. I. Don't." I punctuate every word but my blush gives me away I think.

"You won't even tell me?" He pulls those stupid puppy dog eyes as we stop next to the jeep.

"Stiles!" I finally snap, pushing him against the side of the jeep as his plush and wet lips in that pout send me over the edge. Before I know what I'm doing I'm slamming my lips against his and kissing him, "It's you." I growl, knowing my eyes are probably glowing their werefox green as I pull away, the wild side of me just wanting to claim what is mine.

"Me?" He chokes out and I can't read his eyes like normal, causing me to step away but I don't get any more than one step away before he's grabbing my wrist, yanking me forwards and slamming me against the jeep this time, "You don't understand how long I have wanted to hear you say that." He whispers, lips ghosting mine before he finally kisses me and oh god it's better than I ever imagined. His lips are sweet from the strawberries he was eating last period and his hands are all over me, one tugging at my hair which elicits a small sound from me while the other grips my hip so tightly I hope it'll bruise.

"IT WAS STILES?!" Lydia's shriek has Stiles pulling away from me but not in an embarrassed way, just an interrupted way, "I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER FIGURE IT OUT!"

"YOU KNEW?!" I yell back, causing Stiles to chuckle beside me, "DEAD TO ME!"

[simp4pedropascal75]

Secretary (Javier Peña x Reader)

summary: You graduated from university with dreams of becoming a DEA agent. One year before your graduation, a class trip took you to Colombia, where you met Javier Peña. The two of you quickly bonded over the six months you spent together, but after you left, he grew distant. When you return as a freshly minted DEA agent, you discover that you have not been hired as a DEA agent, but as a secretary.

words: 5.2k

this ff takes place in the late 1980s! (but you still can chat with him? yeah, doesn't make sense)

trigger warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap(reader in her 20s, Javier in his late 30s), explict language, mentioning of s3x in public, fluff, violence, smoking, being catcalled and harrased by a man, a little bit of angst (?), spoilers of narcos season 1 (?), one mention of y/n

a/n: sorry for taking a while for writing a new ff, but i thank you for over 500 likes on bad guy and also thank you so much for over 108 followers<3 this really keeps me motivated to write.

I also apologize if I mess up the plot of narcos and don't get everything right like it is in the series. English is not my first language and I'm not finished with the series yet. I just finished season 2 episode 3, and lord have mercy with this sex scene of pedro.

But please don't spoiler me in the comments what happens next in the series, thanks<3

And I guess I'll be making a little series out of this, when my creativity is working, what do you think?

i wish you a fun time reading:)

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You are finally getting your mark on your uniform from your teacher. You stand there with a proud smile, looking into the crowd and seeing your parents.

You finally graduated from university to be a DEA agent.

Since you were a kid, your dream was always being a DEA agent, just like your dad. Your dad was stationed in Colombia, that’s why you didn’t see him that much, but when you came visiting him or he came home to Miami, he told you about his stories. He told you how he chased drug traffickers, went on missions and all the other stuff. As a kid, it just amazed you.

That’s why you began to train early for being an DEA agent. Since you were 5, you started solving riddles, like: ‘who stole grandma’s cat?’ and so on. When you got older, you loved solving murder, drug cases or already solved cases from your dad, which you had to solve again.

And it was pretty fun… and to be honest, you were god damn good.

That’s why after you finished high school with 19 years, you went to a DEA university. You were lying, if you're saying it wasn’t pretty hard… sometimes, when you were on your lowest, you even thought about quitting. But even if it was difficult, you didn’t want to throw away your dream, so, you kept going.

One year before your graduation, you went to Colombia with your class. You stayed there 6 months and of course your lessons continued there.

You visited the station where your dad was working and that was also the time where the hunt of Pablo Escobar started. And also, the time… well, where you met Javier Peña.

Every Sunday, you and your class were allowed to go to the station and were shown around, got told some stories and some tips how life works as a DEA agent. It was pretty interesting…

and who really made it interesting was Javi.

You and Javier got pretty close for the whole six months. You got friends… well maybe a little more than that…

Of course, you also met his partner Steve Murphy and you got along also, but just as friends.

You didn’t remember exactly how everything with Javier started, but in the first weeks you were going to the station, you and Javi always talked and you two just got along well. Sometimes he would steal you from the rest of the group to show you some more private folders, because he knew how interested you were in all of this… and also, to make out with you.

But expect of how good he kisses… or fucks.

He was there when you needed him.

Unfortunately, in the last month, your dad got injured when he was on a mission with Javier and Steve. Your dad got shot bad in a shooting and when you got the news, Javi was there to comfort you. Luckily, your dad did survive, but he was left incapable of working ever again.

Also, you didn’t ever know, what you and Javier really are. You know, he slept with a lot of women, mostly to gain information for work, but he also stopped sleeping with other women, for the whole six months when he was with you,

well, that’s what Steve told you.

But he never actually asked you if you would be his girlfriend or something… but neither did you.

One time when he showed your class around, the topic was the balance between work and personal life. He told everyone that he personally doesn’t do ‘relationships’ because of work and he isn’t interested in it, he finds it more exciting to get to know many women. And that’s what probably kept you from asking him because you were scared to get rejected.

Of course, you fell in love with him, but you thought he didn’t.

Also, your dad doesn’t know anything about what you and Javier had… and if he would have found out, he would probably fire Javier. Since his incident he was very protective over you and worried about you getting a DEA agent like him.

But nothing got in your way again, even if you were really not feeling great because Javi and you barley had contact after you left.

You kept going.

And now you're finally standing on the stage, proud with your mark on your uniform and even graduated as the class best.

At the evening you begin packing your suitcase for the flight to Colombia. You planned since the beginning of your studies, to go back to Colombia and work at the same station your dad did. You feel excited of the thought that your dream is finally going true. Also… how will it be meeting Javi again?

You sigh at the thought and suddenly your phone vibrates. You grab it and look on the display.

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Javi

‘heard you graduated, congratulations, hermosa.

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Your heart skips as he writes you that and you don’t notice how red your cheeks get. He didn’t write you often, nearly never, but when he did, he continued calling you hermosa, cariño,… and all the other names he had for you.

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you

thanks, agent. maybe I’ll be your boss soon.

Javi

you wish. your dad told me to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.

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You start to get a nervous feeling in your chest, but also can’t help to smile.

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you

okay, looking forward for tomorrow then, agent.

Javi

see you tomorrow, cariño.

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You throw your phone on your bed and lay down next to it. You can’t keep down your butterflies in your stomach. The thought of seeing him again after one year has you smiling, but also getting you even more nervous.

What should I say when he picks me up?

Should you hug him? What if he kisses me?!

God, I really need to know what to talk about, I hate awkward silence.

You think and start panicking. You groan in frustration into your pillow. You grab after your phone and scroll through your chats with Javi.

Your smile fades as you see your calls he didn’t pick up, how he responded to some messages from you after literally one month. Sometimes he didn’t even respond. You know, he has really much work to do and doesn’t have it easy… but seeing how he barley contacted you, makes you feel disappointed… you really thought he would like you back…

Maybe I have to high expectations, you think.

Maybe he doesn’t care so much about that, but you do. You gave him your trust in so many ways…

And with that thought, you get up with a sigh and look frustrated at your closet. You watch at some of your bikinis. “yeah, I think I’m going to take this one”, you mumble to yourself with a smirk, taking the string bikini in his favourite colour.

…

You walk towards the exit with your two suitcases and back bag. As you step out of the airport, you take in the warm, tropical breezes. You feel the air brushing across your skin and hair. The sun’s rays are warm and comforting as they peek through the clouds. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, taking a moment for yourself that you’re finally reaching your dream.

“bienvenido a casa, hermosa.”, you hear a very familiar voice saying and you wince.

“goddammit- you scared the shit out of me”, you say out of breath and then take a moment to look at him. He’s leaned against the car, with a cigarette between his fingers. Your feelings are going insane again. He’s still the same, just like when you left. But… he got a little more muscular.

“really? that’s how you act when we see each other after this long time?”, he chuckles and raises an eyebrow.

“shut up”, you mumble as you roll your eyes and walk towards him. You don’t think about it and just wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. You hug him tightly and you don’t know why, but your eyes start to get wet. Smelling his scent again of cigarettes, leather and musk… it’s addicting.

As you feel how he pulls you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist, your heart skips.

“missed me?”, he whispers and you sense his smirk. “maybe.”, you answer and even if you don’t want to, you end the hug and go some steps back to take your suitcases.

As you feel a wet drop rolling down your cheek, you immediately wipe the tear away and pull yourself together to give him a happy smile. “would you mind helping me with these?”, you point out your baggage.

Javi chuckles as he takes the last drag out of his cigarette until he throws it away and takes two of your suitcases, putting it into the trunk. “god woman-, how many clothes have you in these?”, he gasps and closes it.

“‘need something to dress, you know”, you chuckle and roll your eyes while going into the car. You expected him to say something like: “around me you won’t have to wear many clothes”, but… obviously he holds himself back.

You take a seat next to him and he starts the engine, drinking away from the parking lot. You roll down the window to let the warm breeze of Colombia fly against you. As you were driving through the city, you couldn’t help but just stare out of the window. “feels good to be here again”, you mumble and notice how much you missed this.

You expected him to say something like: “feels good to have you near me again”, but no… nothing.

After a while you finally hear his voice again. “class’s best huh?”, he chuckles and you roll your eyes. “yeah. my dad told you?, you ask and see him nod. “yeah”

“How’s the situation with Pablo? I watched the news, but they don’t tell much and you never know if they’re telling real shit.”, you ask while looking at all the buildings. You see kids play soccer outside and smile. “He’s a fucking pain in the ass, that’s what I can tell you”, Javier mumbles while concentrating on the road.

“You know, we’ll be working together now, you can tell me?”, you point out and raise your eyebrows.

“Let me say, the situation got worse. It’s true that he killed all these people by blowing up an airplane”, he answers and you gulp when you hear that. “There’s a fuckin’ war right in Colombia.”, he adds.

You see that he’s tense because of this topic. As you take a closer look at his face, you also notice he didn’t get proper sleep for like a whole month. “And… you’re fine?”, you mumble concerned.

“I’m fine, hermosa. Nothing to worry about.”, he answers and drives in the streets of Medellin. You remember now where you are. You see the streets you and your class walked down. You also remember that you will soon drive past an ice cream truck… and memories pop up in your mind.

…

Javier kidnapped you from a trip with your class through the streets of Medellin, again. You were walking down the road, he was right behind you and constantly staring at your ass, because you wore a shorts.

How couldn’t you? It was like 40 degrees in the middle of the day.

A heat wave was surrounding you and the sun was shining right into your face. “you’re not very unobtrusive when it comes to staring, you know.”, you smirk and take a quick look behind you.

“maybe I don’t want to be unobtrusive…”, he says while taking a drag from his cigarette. You roll your eyes at him. You just continue walking and hear a chuckle behind you as you rolled your eyes.

As you keep walking, you spot an ice cream truck. “You know, I really need to cool down now.”, you say and with that you just cross the street, walking towards the ice cream truck. “ice cream, really?”, you hear Javi saying behind you. “You want one too?”, you ask but he shakes his head to no in response.

“Hola señor, me gustaría una cucharada de vainilla y fresa en la oblea, por favor.”, you order in Spanish. You smile proud as the man in the truck understands you and gives you a smile. “Impressing.”, you hear Javier whispering right behind you what makes you laugh. Your Spanish wasn’t actually that bad, when you came to Colombia as a kid to visit your dad, you heard this language all around you. And in school you also had some Spanish lessons.

The man hands you over the ice cream and you hand him the money instead. “Gracias”, you say with a kind smile and then go on the crosswalk again. You and Peña walked to a shady spot, to give you two a break from the burning sun.

You start licking your ice cream from the bottom to the top. And, he was watching you.

He sees how you take long stripes of the ice cream, sometimes licking just the tip. Because of the hot Colombian sun, the ice cream begins to melt quickly.

Drops of ice cream land on your hot, light sweated neck, your thighs and your chin. Then, also on your tank top. “Fuck…,” you mumble and don’t notice how hard you’re making it for Javier. You take your finger, wipe the ice cream away and lick it off your finger.

“goddammit, y/n.”, you hear him cuss quietly, you look at him and notice the bulge on his jeans. “Ops.”, you say innocently and chuckle. You just continue licking your ice cream while looking directly into his eyes. You love teasing him… and always know where it leads you too.

It doesn’t take long to Javier grab your arm and drag you into a small alley. You let your ice cream fall, because of him. “Javi! My ice cream!”, you say literally heart broken like a kid and pout.

Suddenly you feel his tongue licking up the ice cream, which landed on your neck. “Javi, what are you-“, he cuts you off by smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the flavour of your ice cream.

Some minutes later, you find yourself being fucked from behind and pressed against the cold wall.

…

You don’t notice you’re pressing your tights together, but he does. “How about we get some ice cream? I really want to have ice cream now”, you ask with a slight smile on your face. You wanted to see if he remembered, if his body still responses to the memories of you.

And… it does.

He hesitates and wants to disagree. “Please...”, you beg and you know one thing, he can’t resist your begging… well, not for a long time.

You hear him let out a loud sigh, before whispering a quiet: “okay”.

Yup, still works, you think.

He pulls over and parks right next to the ice cream truck. And it’s really the same as one year ago.

You get out of the car and order yourself an ice cream, you feel him looking at you while you’re waiting. After you finally got your ice cream, you come back in the car and buckle up. You took the same flavours as last time. You take a long stripe of the ice cream and let out a soft satisfying moan.

God, how you missed this.

You hear Javier starting the engine quite impulsive and you can’t help but chuckle.

“So, where we’re going?”, you ask while licking your ice cream. “I’ll let you out at your dads old apartment. You can get yourself comfortable there and unpack your suitcases until I pick you up to drive to the station.”, he says tense but focussed on the road. You let out a cute short “okay” and just continued looking out of the window.

After thirty minutes, you arrive at the building where your dad’s old apartment was. You get out of the car and Javier opens the trunk, taking out your suitcases. As you wanted to take the suitcases, Javier has them already in his grip and getting them up the stairs.

“such a gentleman”, you tease and he opens the door of your building. “just get your ass up these stairs”, he says while rolling his eyes and you laugh.

As you two walked up some stairs, you finally arrived at your apartment. He gets out the keys your dad left for you and locks up the door. You walk through the door and immediately look around while Javier is getting your baggage inside. “It’s cute”, you say and walk to the front door, where he’s standing.

“There you go, cariño.”, he hands you over the keys, “‘gonna pick you up at 4, okay?”, you nod in response. “Thanks”, you say to him with a smile before he closes the door and you see him driving away.

You sigh and everything still feels pretty unrealistic. You go on your small balcony, feeling the hot sun burning in your skin. “I’m back, Colombia.”

You started unpacking your suitcase and made yourself comfortable. You took a shower, put a little make up on to cover the rings under your eyes and got yourself a dress. You’re wearing a white tank top with a shorts, since it’s still very hot outside. “I really need to go grocery shopping...”, you mumble when you’re looking in the empty fridge. You grab an apple out your bag pack and take a bite.

You look at the clock and it’s already 4 o’clock. You grab your cardigan, in case it gets colder in the evening and walk down the stairs, going out on the street and looking around for Javier. It doesn’t take long until you see a black Jeep Cherokee driving down the street.

Yeah, that’s him.

He pulls over and is leaned out of the window with a cigarette in his fingers. He’s wearing the same as in the morning, but now with yellow toned sunglasses.

God, he looks fucking hot.

“Ready?”, he asks while taking a drag of his cigarette. “always”, you reply with a smirk and get in the car. As he starts driving, you feel the excitement building up in you. The thought of you finally working and getting your place in a DEA station, makes your heart jump from happinesses. You worked your whole life for this.

You don’t live far away from the station and as Javier was parking, you saw Steve waiting outside. A big smile comes across your face. You two get out of the car and we’re walking towards the entrance.

“Hello, newbie”, Steve chuckles as he pulls you into a hug. “Shut up”, you roll your eyes and hug him back. “good to see you again”, he says as he lets go of you and you give him a smile. “good to see you too”, you reply and suddenly the door opens and Colonel Carrillo comes out.

You’ve seen him not often, just sometimes when your dad talked with him. “Buenos días, señorita Álvarez”, he says and offers his hand for a handshake. You give him a smile. “Colonel Carrillo.”, you nod and shake his hand, as Javi and Steve greet him too. ”also congratulations for graduating”, he says kind but with a stern face. “Follow me”, he says and walks into the station with you three following.

You squeak quietly because of excitement and your heart beats out of your chest. You walk through the hallway, and already seeing the office of the DEA agent, but instead of walking further, Carrillo opens the door to the secretary’s office.

“There you go”, he says and you just stand there confused. But not only you’re confused, you also feel Javier and Steve’s confusing look. “Um… that’s the secretary’s office”, you mumble and Carrillo nods. “Yeah.”, he says confidently. “I’m a DEA agent, sir.”, you point out, still completely confused.

“Oh, your father didn’t told you yet?”, you shake your head to no. “Your dad wanted you to watch first, to get some feeling for the job before working completely as a DEA agent. Also, the case with Pablo Escobar is kind of heavy.”, Carrillo continues explaining and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“What.”, you gasp slightly and feeling complete anger flowing through your whole body.

“‘being your boss soon’, huh?”, you hear Javi quoting your message with a chuckle. You find that anything but funny. “Shut the fuck up.”, you growl to him, and then force a smile to Carrillo.

“If you would excuse me for a minute, sir.”, you mumble tensely and get out of the office, walking out of the station and calling your dad. Murphy and Peña follow you outside, watching you walk up and down while holding your cellphone to your ear.

“poor girl.”, Steve sighs while leaning against the wall. “guess daddy is pretty scared for her”, he adds and Javi sighs while lighting up a cigarette, handing the lighter to Steve. “I mean, she isn’t bad… I think she would be a good help for us.”, Javi says while taking a drag of his cigarette while they watch you literally yell into your cellphone.

“Dad what the actual fuck?! You know how hard I worked for becoming an agent, and now you’re hiring me as the fucking secretary?”, you yell upset. “You’re not even working as the Colonel with Carrillo anymore, how can you still decide something like that!?”

“I wouldn’t want to get into an argument with her, that’s clear..”, Steve mumbles as he’s taking a drag of his cigarette too and looks over to Javi, who’s just watching you.

“You’re planning to fuck with her again?”, he asks and laughs slightly. “Shut up, Murphy”, Javi mumbles. “No I mean seriously… I know you like her, man”, Steve says while you’re still yelling into your phone, shortly before throwing it on the street.

“‘dunno… I didn’t reply to her calls, or texts often after she left…”, Javi sighs.

“Wow.”, Steve gasps as he finishes smoking. “You really are an asshole”, Steve points out and claps on his shoulder.

“but seriously, she likes you, Peña. Make it up to her ”, he says seriously while you’re on the edge to destroy your phone. “You really need a woman in your life, man”.

“Dad, I’m fucking 26! I can take care of myself”, they hear and see you scream.

Javi starts thinking about Steve words and finishes his cigarette too.

“she’s not gonna throw her phone, is she?”, Steve asks while raising his eyebrows as he keeps watching you how literally go rage. “If you think that, you don’t know her enough”, Javi just answers and one second later, you hang up and throw your cellphone directly throw it on the ground.

Steve just stays there in shock. “Told you”, Javi chuckles. As Steve sees how you walk towards them, he immediately makes his way into the station again. “‘need to do some paperwork”, he excuses and Javi rolls his eyes at him.

You take a deep breath and walk to Javi. “Well unfortunately my dad thinks I’m incapable of taking care and defending myself, even if I trained my whole fucking life for this.”, you complain and run your hand through your hair.

“'guess being class best and graduating after such a long time, isn’t enough.”, you sigh and try to calm down. Javi just keeps looking at you.

“I’ll talk to him”, he suddenly says and you look at him. “what? with my dad? that won’t help”, you scoff. “No, I mean with Colonel Carrillo. "I have a good rapport with him.”, he tells you and puts his hand into his pockets.

“If it doesn’t help, you can come over to us in secret, going through some folders and stuff”, he suggests and you nod slowly. “yeah…”, you just sigh. “thanks.. “, you add, turn around and take your phone with a pretty broken display from the ground.

“Would you mind driving me to the grocery store? I don’t have my car yet”, you ask after some minutes of silence. He takes a look at his watch. “Well, I have thirty minutes until my shift begins, if you do it quick, then I can drive y-”, he replies while still leaning against the wall. “good, thanks.”, you cut him off and make your way to his car.

…

You're leaned on the card and walk through the market. Your cart is already half full and you’re soon finished. Javi was walking behind you and the whole time his eyes were fixed on your ass, you could feel it.

And that’s why you couldn’t stop smirking. “Stop smirking so much, you’ll get wrinkles”, he chuckles and you make your way towards the checkout. “says the man who’s soon in his 40s”, you tease him back and he laughs.

How much you love his laugh…

When you walk to his car with him carrying your two full grocery bags, he takes a look at his watch again and you hear him cuss in Spanish. “I’m already ten minutes late..”, Javier hisses.

“Oh, I’ll walk the rest. My apartment is not far from here and I have to get my cellphone repaired anyway.”, you say, wanting to take the bags from his hands. “I won’t let you walk home alone on these streets, especially if it’s getting dark.”, he says serious, not handing you over the bags. “I can defend myself, it’s fine. Go to work”, you mumble more seriously and grab your bags, ripping them out of his grip.

“When something happens to you-“, you cut him off. “Go to work”, you shout and make your way on the other side of the street.

You hear him cuss in Spanish behind you and just chuckle. You changed in many ways after one year, but one thing always stayed the same.

Your obstinacy, confidence and trust in your skills.

“maybe if you hadn’t been busy with staring at my ass, you would’ve checked the time earlier.”, you shout with a cheeky smile to him as he goes into his car. You chuckle and hear him drive away.

You know when the whole case about Pablo Escobar wasn’t so serious, you know he would’ve driven you home, but unfortunately it was.

It was getting dark and you made your way to a electronic shop. After you talked with the man behind the counter, he told you, you can pick up your phone tomorrow.

When you got out of the store, it was dark outside and got kinda cold. You wanted to put on your cardigan, but notice that you forgot it in Javier’s car. “fuck..”, you mumble and continue walking with your grocery bags.

A group of men were walking next to you on the other side of the street, beginning to catcall you. You start to feel uncomfortable and walk a little quicker, ignoring them. They were continuing catcalling you, and being a woman, alone on a street while it’s fucking dark, is kind of scary.

But that’s life as a woman, I guess…, you think

But you pull yourself together and remind yourself of your confidence, knowing you would knock the fuck out of them. You were five minutes away from your apartment, but suddenly one of the men decided to switch sidewalks and walk to you.

“Buenas noches, hermosa. ¿Buscas alojamiento?”, he asks while walking next to you.

Someone else calling you hermosa, who’s not Javier, gives you the shivers.

Your Spanish wasn’t perfect, but you think he asked you if you have a place to sleep tonight or something.

You continued ignoring him, and he continues speaking to you, but now you didn’t understand shit… and to be honest, you didn’t want to understand it.

You could sense and smell he’s drunk. “Vete a la mierda”, you tell him to fuck off.

Suddenly he grabs your arm, and that was it. You let fall your grocery bags, grab his hand and kick him right into his balls. He couldn’t react fast enough because of the alcohol, so you also kicked him with your knee right into his face.

You hear a car coming nearer, but ignore it. As the guy lies on the ground, you punch him right in his face. You hear his mates being shocked. “You want too? Come here then!”, you shout challenging, but they didn’t thought twice and ran away.

You just scoff as you see them walking away and bending down to grab to pick up your groceries.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back. “Cariño, are you o-“, before your brain can process and recognise that it’s Javier’s voice, you punch him directly into his face. You hear him groan in pain and as you look up, you see his car. “Omg- I’m so sorry-“, you panic and take his hand into your face, looking at his bleeding nose. You take out a tissue of your shorts and hold it against his nose.

“I thought it was someone of these men-“, he cuts you off and takes the tissue himself. “You got a hell of a punch, you know that”, he says while holding the tissue at his nose.

A part of your brain starts thinking, he deserves it. For ignoring you for so long. You start to form s slight smirk on your lips, but then throw the thought away.

“What a secretary I am, huh?”, you chuckle and pick up your groceries. He stuffed the tissue into his nose and then helps you, getting all your groceries together and then lifting up your grocery bags.

“Don’t you have to work?”, you ask him confused because it was just 20 minutes ago when he left. “‘told Carrillo I forgot a folder at home, I can’t let a beautiful woman like you, walk home alone.”, he says while going to his car. “but I have to say, you handled the situation pretty well, he’s completely knocked out.”, he smirks and gets the grocery bags in his car.

As he called you beautiful, you blush slightly and take a seat in his car. “‘didn’t train for nothing, you know”, you giggle while he starts the engine and drives you home.

As you arrive after literally 2 minutes, you take your cardigan and get out of the car. “thank you for still looking for me”, you mumble and put the cardigan on.

“no problem… but I kind of deserved this punch, didn’t I?”, he sighs while you take your grocery bags.

Now you can’t hide your dirty smirk anymore.

“Yeah, you kind of did”, you answer and close his car door.

“‘wish you a good shift then, be careful”, you give him a smile and then walk to the building, getting out your keys. “see you tomorrow, hermosa”, he calls after you and as you walk through the door, you hear him drive off.

...

The next morning you finally got your car and could drive alone. Even if you enjoyed Javier’s as your driver. You get to the DEA station and walk to your office…

You see a sign with your name on your desk, and under it is written: secretary.

Yup, still hate that, you think and let out a loud sigh.

You take a seat on your chair and lean back. After a while some woman comes in and gives you some paperwork, and also a folder that you can catch up with everything. Even if the thought, that you normally could work in the DEA office to take down some of Pablo’s guys, makes you angry, you need to live with it for a while now. And then, you get started…

After some hours you hear a knock on your door. “Come in”, you say loud and as you look up who it is, you roll your eyes. “Agent Peña”, you call him while having the folder in the hand.

“‘The previous secretary was fired because being caught flirting, kissing and sleeping with one of the agents’”, you read out loud and then look up at him. “And who might that be huh?”, you ask serious while raising an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly who it probably was.

“Even if you won’t believe me now, it wasn’t me”, he answers and places a coffee on your desk. You raise your eyebrows at him. And he was right, you didn’t believe him.

But, why should you care? You’re not together or anything… but the thought of him fucking another women, makes you jealous… and kinda sad.

“you’re fucking all your secretaries now, Agent Peña?”, you ask cheeky while being leaned back in your chair. He just chuckles while shaking his head and places his hands on your desk, leaning against it.

“No, just you.”, he answers and you choke on your coffee because you took a sip.

“We’re definitely not fucking and I’m not your secretary.”, you say serious to make a point.

He takes a cigarette from his ear into his fingers and puts it between his lips, while making his way out of your office.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that in some weeks.”

[sublimetragedychopshop]

Imagine a good boy! Yandere! The type that is the kindest person you’ll ever meet! Goes to church every Sunday and is so helpful and sweet people flock towards him, not because he also happens to be a major hottie either. The type to have never have had a relationship before because he is waiting on “the one”. Sure plenty of people have confessed to him but it never felt right. As gently as he could he turned them down but promised friendship instead. Honestly , people didn’t even get mad when he turned them down just a little sad but you can’t stay mad at such a good person!

Good boy! Yan who when a new exchange student was transferred to the school, the principal already volunteered for him to give them a tour. “I can trust you, to keep them on a good path. I know you both will be friends in no time!” The principal stated. Eventually when you did arrive to school, you were almost 45 minutes late and looked tired as balls. Waiting in the office for your arrival (he never even thought of leaving, opting for doing his homework on a table in the meantime.) once he saw you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off. His heart soared and burned in his chest, beating rapidly. ‘W-what’s going on? Why is my heart beating so fast? My face feels hot too’ he thought and placed a hand on his warm cheek. “Do you are my tour guide?” A voice brought him back to reality. Startled he looked at you as you loomed over him. You were so much more good looking up a close, your eyes boring into him that made him blush 10x more! “Hellooo? Earth to tour guide?” With a sarcastic tone you tried getting his attention. “R-right! Sorry! Um- m-my name is L-Liam! I-I will be taking you-you around the school.” God did he ever stutter that much infront of anyone? Embarrassed he got everything in his bag and led you around the school. Granted he did manage to stutter out half the locations names and almost trip or hit his face on something 20 times. All while you seemed to barely paying attention to him. Some people did see Liam with you around the school, in fact most people came up to him to ask about menial things before he told them he had to continue your tour. “Nope, I think I can figure out the rest.” You cut him off before he could turn down another persons invitation to hang out. “See ya later loser.” Cooley you left Liam there with the person that tried to talk to him. It kind of struck him wrong that you just left like that, the desire to go after you was strong. He almost did until he realized where he was. Maybe he could talk to you later? In case if you have any problems of course!

Good boy! Yandere who (after your fated encounter) seems to try and seek you out. Every minute of every day. His usual daydreams were replaced with ones of you. All his thoughts were about you now. Of course he did manage to succeed in finding you (it was almost like you were avoiding him) and would often ask if you had any problems with your classes. “Nope, get lost.” You answered back quickly and left him just standing there, shocked. This was the first time, anyone had treated him like this. Liam had always been a well liked person, and it seemed like you didn’t like him at all. Biting back a cry (when has he ever cried over something like this?) he was even more determined to win you over. Liam started to gather information about you (stalk) and even collected some of your things! Don’t worry they were mostly things you wouldn’t care about, pencils, half eaten drinks, your sweaty gym t shirt, etc. just small things. Then you would see him at the places you frequent, a favorite Starbucks, the park, your little mini mart where you go to buy snacks, the library. Really he is everywhere you are.

Yandere good boy! That realizes this is getting out of hand, his quest to become your friend has changed to him falling in love with you. Deep and obsessive love, but still love none the less. Suddenly the things that people would do to win his favor were things he does now with you. Buying you snacks, leaving supportive sticky notes on your desk, always going up to you to talk about anything and everything. At this point you automatically get annoyed if you so much as spot his face. He does this EVERYDAY, ALL DAY. HOW IS NO ONE SEEING THIS OR BEING WEIRDED OUT BY IT?? (People do but think it’s romantic af/ are jealous as hell about you). Eventually you need to tell him to knock it off, to tell him to stay the fuck away from you because he is getting annoying AF. So you do, cornering him in an empty classroom after school. He was volunteering for a school event (because someone roped him into it) and was so sad that he couldn’t “walk you home/follow you home”. The second your face came into view he lit up. Greeting you happily until you slammed him against the wall, caging him, you started your threats “listen here shithead, your getting mad annoying so knock it off! The notes, the fucking snacks, FOLLOWING me HOME! I don’t want to see your face near me,” you got more and more mad. “If this is some type of shitty game with you, go find someone else to fuck around with! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.” Glaring at him with all the hatred in the world, he just gave you a heartbroken look. His heart shattered to pieces hearing about how you hated his guts and to leave you alone. Nodding sadly, you left him in that empty classroom finally feeling like you can breath. All while poor Liam just sinks to the floor and sobs his broken heart out. Inconsolable, he cries until he physically couldn’t anymore and left the school.

The days after that he missed a good chunk of two weeks from school. Once he did come back, it was almost like he was a former husk of himself. Replying to peoples questions, but always having that empty dead look instead of his sweet charming smile. His schoolwork wasn’t getting turned in at all, grades began dropping. At which point the principal and teachers decided to cut him some slack because he has always been a busy bee. The wonder kid, Mr. Perfect. The school counselor even tried to get him to open up about whatever was bothering him but was unable to. His parents, friends, and anyone he used to talk to on a regular basis started to get more and more worried. Of course he managed to avoid you the whole time. You told him to stay away from you, so he did. Did he hate you now? Nope. He wanted to be next to you again more than anything but you didn’t like him at all. Your hatred for him just made him even more sad, so he distanced himself from you in hopes that doing so would make you like him (or hate him less). Every night he just cries as he stares at your photo on his phone, pretending that you were apologizing about what you said to him, he would forgive you, your tell him that you have feelings for him too, he would be overjoyed and tell you that you are the love of his life. How he wants to marry you, live a life so deeply in love together, how he would be the best husband in the world and you would be the happiest person alive. It lulled him to sleep.

You probably the whole time are over joyed! You finally got rid of that irritating ass pain in your side. Sure you did see him sometimes around campus (he looks so dead, like he doesn’t even wanna be alive anymore) and it just made you go the other direction. Honestly whatever he was going through was his fault, is what you thought. Of course you were happier than ever now, and it allll had to come to an end when his friends and family pieced together what happened to affect him so badly. He had gushed to anyone with an ear about you, ESPECIALLY his friends and family. So it was easy to figure out why his personality did a total flip. One day you managed to lose a text book for a class of yours, staying after school to go and find it all over campus. Asking people if they had seen the brightly colored gigantic text book. An announcement was said over the speakers about how if someone was missing a text book for a class to go to the gymnasium where it was found. Oddly enough, you never went there. Why would it be there?? You shrugged and went anyway, just needing to find it and go home. That was the plan. Get your text book from the person that found it, thank them and go home.

NOT get cornered by LIAM’S friends and interrogated about why Liam is so sad and depressed. How they think you had to do something with it. You were outnumbered and it looks could kill, you’d be 12 feet under. “We KNOW it has something to do with you. We KNOW you did something to him! What did you do you asshole!?” A preppy looking girl seethed in your face. Someone was outside the little closet they cornered you in, making sure no one comes in or out. “About who? Sorry I don’t know what your talking about” you bit back. You didn’t even know who they were! Never having even interacted with these people. This seemed to enrage her even more and she grabbed your neck and choke slammed you into the wall. “LIAM you fucking bitch! You don’t even know who’s life you ruined!? You fucking monster! He’s miserable! Because of you! Now tell us what you did!” She spat in your face as you tried to fight against her grip. She was actually REALLY fucking strong. “W-what? What..about him-him? I didn’t do anything…” wheezing out the words you couldn’t even pull her off of you. Face going red as your oxygen was getting depleted. “Yes, you did. You are acting all innocent right now, but your going to fix this. You are gonna fix him! I don’t care what you did but if he isn’t back to his normal self, I will fucking kill you.” She threatened, choking you until you pass out.

Yandere good boy! Who gets invited to a party at his friends place. “Less of a party more of a surprise for you! You are going to love it sooo much!” His friend squealed on the phone. He really didn’t have any energy to deal with them, But his parents still urged him to go. Sighing he went on his way. There really wasn’t anyone else there but his closest friends. They all greeted him happily. Talking about recent stuff and how he is gonna be blown away by their surprise “more like a gift”. He listened and talked but was never really present. Until they blindfolded him and brought him down to the basement. He had been there before, a special hiding spot for when he was a kid. The creak in the stairs a familiar sound. “Okay okay, now just stand right here!” His friends snickered and giggle. “1…2…3! Surprise!” The blindfold was yanked off of him gently. Blinded by the sudden light it took him a second to see what was in-front of him. YOU. You were in-front of him. You were the surprise?? “See?! I knew we guessed it right! What better surprise then your lovely little (y/n)!” His friend smiled at him. Doing a double take as a fearful expression over took his face. He wasn’t supposed to be near you! You told him to stay away! “H-hey hey! Stop freaking out! Whatever they did, they wanted to apologize! Look!” Moving away from Liam, Mandy came over to hold your head up to look at him. You were strapped to a chair in front of your stalker and his very very “protective” friends. They drugged you just enough so you don’t scream, but not too much that you couldn’t talk. “L-Liam? Liam… I’m sorr-ry.. I.. didn’t mean those-those thingsss…. I’m sorry… I’m..so sorry… forgive me… please..” begging was the only thing you could do. Mandy told you before she brought Liam down here that he was free to do whatever he wanted to you. But if he didn’t forgive you and go back to the way he was before, you would die a very painful death. You thought you were as good as dead. Nothing left to do but beg for forgiveness.

He just stood their, frozen. Unbelieving that this was true, that you were infront of him and begging for forgiveness. Just like how he wanted (minus the chair and drugs and obvious bruises on your neck). “We’ll give you lovebirds some privacy, remember what we talked about (y/n)!” Even though Mandy said it with a gleeful tone, you knew what she was threatening. Everyone left you and Liam down in the basement. Music starting up again, loud to deafen anything anyone might say. Moving around a bit, struggling some with the ropes that kept you in place, you could only look at Liam. Not knowing what he was thinking about right now was the worse thing to anticipate. You thought he hated your guts, rejecting him like that before. If only you knew that this would be the outcome, then you would have switch fucking states. “..y-you mean that? That your sorry?” He finally asked after what seemed like forever. Quickly you nodded at him. “I-I am! I am! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any of the things I told you! I-I was- i was just-“ trying to come up with an excuse (that could save your life) you racked your brain for anything that could save you. Suddenly he hugged you, burying his face into your neck. “I knew you didn’t mean it! I knew it! I knew it!” He smiled (for what seemed the first time in forever). “I’m sorry too, maybe I was a little clingy before. I just can’t help it!” Looking straight into your eyes, you could see it. The obsession in him. “I have the biggest crush on you! I couldn’t control it- I have never had one like this before. It must mean we are destined to be together!” Laughing gleefully he continued hugging you. You realized how fucked you were right now. This unstable ass person was what decided if you were gonna die tonight. Quickly you sputtered out the first thing that came to mind, “th-then let’s date! Let’s go out-go out with me please?” It was a stretch. But anything to stay alive. Liam looked at you shocked, then his face went to happy. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” Squealing and giggle out of happiness, he celebrated as you died on the inside.

Reader after realizing they have to do this for the rest of they life:

[sapphic-moon-child]

Bumps Along the way

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa x Shapeshifter!Reader Pregnant!Reader Pregnant!Larissa

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, Pregnancy/childbirth, Miscarriages, Mental illness, Swears or curses, Infant Death, Stillborn, PTSD, Panic attacks, Near death experience, Mentions of birth and physical exams, vomiting, Adoption, Parental Abandonment

A/N: This story is going to be heavy. It deals with real-life situations that most don’t understand the pain of. 1 in 4 women will experience this in their lifetime. Remember, you don’t know everyone's history.

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa was sitting at her desk swimming in work and feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders, not to mention the morning sickness was in full swing. To anyone walking in they would never know that there was a bin between her legs just in case her stomach decided to revolt for the third time that day. She was miserable, and as if on cue after your 2nd class of the day you walked into her office with a cup of ginger mint tea to ease her stomach. “Darling, are you okay?” You gently ask as you hand her the mug of tea and start massaging her sore and tight shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, Larissa’s eyes flutter shut for a beautiful moment as she relaxes. After spending some time with her before your next class, you let her know that you’ll be back after your lunch duty is done since the rest of your day is just planning periods due to the seniors being on a class trip.

After you meet up with Marylin for your lunch rotation, you knock twice on Larissa’s office door before stepping inside. Seeing that it was only you she sighed with relief and stayed where she was. “Hello my love” you said quietly seeing her sitting on her sofa with her heels off and her feet up. What you didn’t expect was the dark haired girl sitting in her lap, being gently rocked by her. Wednesday looked at Larissa like a mother to her, and sometimes she would show up randomly at your house or in Larissa’s office. Letting her guard down where she was safe and knew her mask could come off for a while. Today was no different, it was a bad day. Some students made fun of her and one of them in chemistry had snipped off part of her plait. It was devastating to her, and being autistic her walls fell and the string snapped. Wednesday went on a screaming rampage and had a full meltdown. She never lost control, but today she did and the knife dropped hard. Larissa had to carry her out, she after getting back to the office tried to use her fists to fight off the headmaster. This failed rather quickly as the blond was quick to gently restrain her and pull her into a hug with deep and firm pressure, effectively calming the raven down. Wednesday let her mask down with three people and three people only. Enid, Larissa and of course you.

“She cut her forehead a bit, would you mind grabbing the first aid kit?” Larissa asked you gently, keeping her tone soft and light. You nodded and came back sitting on the edge of the sofa. Seeing Wednesday look up at you, you smiled and moved her bangs out of the way. She stiffened in Larissa’s arms, but as soon as the headmistress started rubbing her back with her nails gently she relaxed and let you clean and put butterfly bandages on her cut. “Darling girl, I want you to come stay at our house tonight. I want to check on that head of yours later and I think you could use some down time, hmm?” Larissa said sweetly as if she read your mind. “I think that would be best dear.” You confirmed, you loved seeing her like this. She had such a nurturing way with the kids and could even break down the hardest walls.

Wednesday was very out of it, exhausted by the events of the day. “Wednesday honey, do you think you could sit on Larissa’s lap and I can fix your hair?” “NO!” Wednesday cried looking up to the blond with big wide eyes. “Honey, we need to fix it so it's even, I promise not to cut more than absolutely necessary.” Wednesday shook her head violently and burrowed into Larissa’s chest. “Careful honey.” She warned, moving the girl's elbow from her stomach. “Mama does it.” Wednesday said just barely above a whisper. Larissa’s blue eyes found yours and you could see she was trying not to cry. “That’s okay Wens, Mama can do it. Do you want to sit with me while she does?” She shook her head and reached out to you. Getting the shears from her desk and a comb from her purse Larissa came back over to you two. She gently undid Wednesday’s plaits and started to trim the bits of hair that were chopped. In all it was only a few inches, but still traumatic to the raven. “There darling, all done. Do you want me to rebraid it for you?” Larissa's voice was soft. Wednesday nodded and wiped a few tears away. Larissa parted her hair and put two braids in place. As soon as she was done Wednesday turned and went right back to Larissa's lap.

“I think it's time to go home sweet girl.” You whispered softly, picking up her book bag and Larissa's purse. After getting everything together the three of you headed back to your cottage. “Wednesday, why don’t we get you something comfy to wear.” Larissa says and goes to the bedroom to pull out a large t-shirt for the girl and a pair of sweats. Once she gets the raven settled you and Larissa both change into comfy clothes as well. Wednesday sits on the sofa while we cook dinner mindlessly working around each other. Unbeknownst to us Wednesday came into the kitchen just in time to see Larissa cradle her bump as she stirred the pasta sauce. “You’re Pregnant?” Wednesday says in a low tone with almost a hint of hurt in her voice. Larissa freezes for a moment and smiles. “Yes little raven, I am.” Larissa puts the spoon down and turns with her arms out to Wednesday.

The dark haired girl takes a few steps and then breaks down in her arms crying. “darling what’s the matter?” The British blond says gently stroking her hair. “You’ll be too busy for me.” She says almost barely a whisper. “Oh my love, Muma and I will always have time for you, you’re family sweet viper.” You say softly. The smaller girl nods and heads for the table as you start to plate up dinner. After the pasta was eaten and a warm mug of cocoa by the fire was had, the three of you started to retire for bed. Larissa handed Wednesday 2 white pills and a glass of water. Once she was done you had assumed she went off to the guest room that contained a few of her comfort items while you and Larissa went to your bathroom to do your skincare and brush your teeth. As you turned to go tuck the raven in you giggled and stopped in your tracks, the blond following suit. Wednesday was fast asleep in the middle of your king size bed, curled up with her soft black weighted blanket. Not wanting to disturb her nor upset her you both climbed into bed and pulled the covers up falling asleep.

Waking up in the morning you both knew you needed to have a conversation with the girl. Larissa brought in three cups of warm English tea with honey and sat down. Wednesday was now awake too, but cuddled up to your chest. “Wednesday darling” Larissa says sweetly handing the cups to you and Wednesday. “Can I ask you a few questions?” She continues gently. The dark haired girl nods her head but stays quiet. “Do you feel safe at home Wednesday? And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally is it a safe place for you to be you?” She asks calmly, but in a gentle manner. Wednesday shakes her head and looks down for a moment before answering. “Yes and no… I know I am different, but Maman says it's just for attention. She doesn’t understand. I know I’m autistic, so I try to hide it because at home it's not allowed.”

Larissa is trying to keep her anger in check desperately, she is beyond upset that her old friend would make her daughter feel this way. “Darling, you don’t have to hide who you are to anyone. You are special because you are you. I understand what it feels like to be an outcast among outcasts, but here you are safe to just be you.” Wednesday snuggles closer into Larissa’s side. “Maman, uses unusual punishments to “Correct my behavior” as she calls it. Food control, forced visions, and other things I'd rather not talk about right now…” Her voice is timid and if looks could kill Morticia would be dead right now if she was in sight. Larissa’s Muma Bear side has come out and you are struggling to keep your own anger in check.

“Darling, what can we do to help?” You ask softly, slowly undoing her messy braids and running your fingers through her hair, which she won't admit, but truly loves. “Am I old enough to decide where I want to live? I mean, I love it at the school, but with the never ending nightmares and the visions Maman sends me, I don’t feel safe in our dorm anymore. Can… Can I stay here?” Your heart beats a bit in your chest and so does Larissa’s. One glance at each other and your minds were made up. “Darling I will broach the situation to the school board, and have a well worded conversation with your parents, but I don’t see any harm in you living with us. We are your parents too, and we love you darling Wednesday.” The little raven nods her head and burrows her face into Larissa’s neck.

This is a side that you and Larissa have never seen from your troublemaker student, Wednesday was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was always so put together, her walls built up and strong. Face stern with determination, and rock solid always. This young girl was broken, and so love starved. She desperately needed a foundation to lean on and it was obvious that she didn’t have it. While Morticia and Gomez were good people, it was obvious now that their parenting skills were lacking when it came to the child that demanded their attention to cope with her disabilities, but could never get it. So she built walls so high around herself that now you both were sure she couldn’t even find a way over.

After a while of calming down, Larissa excused herself to run back to the school to retrieve her laptop while Wednesday helped you cook dinner. Her actual motive though was something completely different. Locking her office door behind her she sat down at her desk and pulled out a crystal ball from her office drawer. Lighting the four candles she waved her hand over the top and spoke firmly. “I call forth Morticia Addams.” She sat back and waited as the ball swirled with purple and blue clouds.

“Larissa? Is everything okay?” The dove spoke as though she wasn’t waiting for this call. “Cut the bullshit Tish. I think we both know why I’m calling you this late.” Larissa was firm and strong in her voice, not wanting to have a petty conversation. Morticia sighed, knowing this was coming. “What stories has she told you now Lars?” “Stories, that’s what we are calling them? You have always been so obstinate Tish. Look, we are friends, but I have to ask. What the actual fuck. Your daughter is autistic and struggling and you decide that it is just Attention seeking? Your daughter is in a crisis and you couldn’t be bothered because she’s what. Different?” Larissa was seconds from losing her cool, calm collected demeanor. “Don’t even start with me Larissa. She is not autistic, she is a troublemaker. And while I love her, I won't stand for blatant disobedience. We have no problems with our dear Pugsley, Wednesday is just playing you.” Larissa scoffs loudly and has to fight back a sarcastic laugh.

“Fine if she is such a problem, then sign custody over to me until she is of age. I won't keep her from you, but I will take the responsibility of her and she can decide if she wants time with you and I will make sure she is taken care of.” Larissa knew it was a play on words, but she wasn’t budging. She was not going to let Wednesday suffer due to her old friend being a shitty mother because her daughter wasn’t exactly like her. “Excuse me?” Morticia says in a rather nasty tone. “You heard me perfectly clear Morticia.” Rolling her eyes the dove pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, fine. We will let Wednesday choose. You want to be her mother so bad, fine. Watch how fast she comes crawling back and away from you.” Larissa had never heard this much venom come from her old roommate. “Deal, I’ll send the paperwork over to you tomorrow morning. Have a good evening Morticia. Oh and please refrain from sending wicked visions to our dear Wednesday.” With a sweet customer service smile Larissa ended the call by blowing out the candles. The blond took a moment to catch her breath and let out the sigh of frustration she was holding onto. Putting everything away she reached into her filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of paperwork and put it in a folder to take home with her. She grabbed her things and headed back to the cottage, visibly worn from the conversation she had and feeling the day start to wear on her shoulders. As she walked back from the school to the place you called home to ran her hand soothingly over her bump. “Little one, your life is going to be so crazy… and so full of love.” Continuing down the path she made it back with a smile on her face and kicked off her shoes and jacket.

”I’m back my loves.” The blond Britt called out sweetly, making you poke your head around the kitchen door. “Just in time, we are putting dinner on the table now love” you said as you gave her a sweet kiss and one on her belly for good measure. Wednesday walked out just in time to roll her eyes in mock disgust before actually giggling. “You two are so cute it actually makes me nauseous.” Wednesday said and walked over to give Larissa a hug. “I’m glad you’re back.” She said in a whisper, Larissa ran her fingers through the girls hair and hugged her back leaving a kiss on her head as they broke their hug. The three sat down at the table to enjoy their dinner, Wednesday and Larissa went to reach for the salad tongs at the same time and as their hands touched Wednesday’s head was thrown back into a vision. At the same time Larissa hissed in pain and clutched at her swollen abdomen. “Riss!” You yelled immediately torn on what to do. “Get her, I'll be okay! She might hit her head again!” Larissa called as she backed away a bit from the table to breath through the sharp pain.

[zhonglis-wifey]

any scenario with dottore in his akademiya days?? :D could be fluff or hurt/comfort its up to you I JUST NEED TO HUG THAT MAN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

SAME SO TRUE!!!!!!! dottore is my little sweetie ik he’s a deplorable criminal but idgaf he’s so cute to me

akademiya dottore

TW: n/a

i have a hard time picturing dottore having a social life outside of the akademiya. he’d be viewed as off-putting at best and criminal at worst, so he doesn’t really get out much. the most socializing he does is in his akademiya classes and field research.

luckily (or unluckily, depending on who you ask), you shared a class with him! it was a class on khaenri’ahn robotics, something you’d been interested in for a long time. the large ruin golems sitting idly in both the rainforest and the desert absolutely fascinated you and you couldn’t wait to get out there and examine them up close.

dottore took note of your consistent participation, innate intellect, and patience only present within a scientific mind — you were the perfect partner. ‘for research,’ he quickly added to that thought, scoffing at the idea of ever thinking of you as anything more than a means to the end he so desperately wanted. dottore was far too busy with school to worry about silly things like his feelings for you. besides, you barely even gave him the time of day.

despite your minimal interaction, dottore asked you to accompany him on a trip to the desert where the two of you could investigate the internal mechanisms of the broken ruin golem. without even a second to think, you agreed. you’d always thought dottore was kinda cute plus he wanted to accomplish the same things you did, so why not go?

it was awkward at first. part of you regretted agreeing to such a long expedition with a near-stranger, but the pros far outweighed the cons. you had to do most of the talking at the beginning. you could tell dottore wasn’t very socially experienced especially when talking to pretty people who shared his interests so you decided to make things easier on him by shouldering that burden. while making your way to the desert, you made lighthearted conversation with him, asking about his life before coming to the akademiya, future plans, etc. you just wanted to get to know him a bit better since you’d be spending so much time together.

dottore was so embarrassed that he was so bad at talking to you. he scolded himself for not considering his social awkwardness before all this. dottore greatly appreciated that you took the initiative to start and guide conversations since that was the one thing he could never seem to figure out. eventually, he grew more comfortable with you, feeling ready to share his own thoughts and experiences with you sincerely rather than the short, somewhat rehearsed answers you’d been getting before.

by the time the two of you got to the ruin golem, you and dottore felt like you had known each other for years. spending so much time with one person really forces you to get to know one another, and the more you learned about dottore, the more you liked him.

researching the ruin golem was insignificant to you both by now. of course, you still did your work and turned in a phenomenal research paper penned by both of you, but it wasn’t paramount anymore. instead, you and dottore were much too focused on your burgeoning feelings for each other.

when you returned to class together, your classmates were surprised to see you and dottore getting along so well. he was so antisocial before, yet here he was talking to you like it was no big deal. 

[xan-izme]

"Wut up Cuz" (Shouto x Older Cousin Reader)

Where Shouto has an older cousin who is a junior in UA high. She's known to be a pretty chill person by students and teachers. But at home she gets pretty overprotective of her baby cousin. Especially when it involves her uncle, Enji.

Shouto was a quiet and rather serious kid. That was all a mask to try and get to his goal to overthrow All-Might. Well, it wasn't truly his goal, but it was all he knew!

But that mask would quickly melt away as soon as he would see his older cousin. To Shouto, you were a real hero. Someone who was honorable, trustworthy, and most of all, strong.

You were his cousin from his mother's side, when you two first met, you were quick to keep him by your side. You treated him like glass, something that was preciouses and should be showered with love. 24/7.

The older you two got, the less you two were able to hang out. But the two of you would speak over the phone. You would go as far as taking him without your uncle's consent or knowledge, which you didn't really care for.

You got into UA. Once you got into Highschool, you became well known. Aced all your test, made sure to be well behaved and played well with others. Your quirk was also praised by many. you rarely flaunted your quirk; in all honesty you were too lazy too.

Shouto has looked up to you from day one. So, when he got news of you getting into UA and how good you were doing. He worked harder.

When Shouto finally got into UA, you and he didn't get to see each other, due to you being very busy with a problem and him being fixated on training harder to overthrow All-might.

You really did want to see your dear cousin, but you felt like he could handle himself, so you continue taking care of business.

When the attack on JSU happened, you left with the teachers, you didn't care what the adults said to try and keep you from tagging along, your baby cousin was encountering villains for the first time!

Once you got there, you helped as much of the other freshman as you could, the moment you spotted Shouto, you refused to let him leave your side.

After the USJ attack you were kind of grounded from outside of extra-curricular off campus school activities. No field trips, no special training sites.

Shouto felt really bad that he sorts of ruined your reputation in school due to him not being strong enough.

But the bright side, was that you got to be with him more. The two of you would walk around campus before class began, then you would drop him off at class, give him a small fist bump then take leave.

Your chill, you don't seem like the type of person to have an outburst. But Shouto knows, when you and his father are in a room together, an argument or just a full-on fist fight is bound to happen.

"Why is this child in my house!?"

"Ya'll hear a bi**h?"

"Excuse me??"

"Your excused . . . Why you still here? I said you're excused. Leave"

It's no secret you disliked your uncle. Not after the things he had done. Things between the two of you would get heated fast, Fuyumi nearly called the cops the first time you and Enji actually started to physically fight.

If it means you had to sacrifice yourself for your family, you'd gladly take it. Because at the end of the day, your family was preciouses, even if Enji would be a little bug you wanted to crush so badly.

Family was your soft spot. If any of your cousins came up to you to ask the impossible, you'll do it without question. But at the moment, you don't mind just walking around campus with Shouto. Just you and him, no worries in the air.

Just a quiet and warm feeling around the two of you.

{This is a short one, mainly used for what Y/n would be like in most of the upcoming BNHA fics}

[pebbleswritessometimes]

Hi! Could I request a Larissa x reader who’s a teacher? There’s an event out of town for teachers and heads of outcast schools and reader is Larissa’s platonic date (they’re just friends… for now *evil laugh*). A professor from a different school starts flirting with reader, and since the professor is kind of pretty (not as pretty as Larissa of course), reader gets flustered and Larissa gets jealous. Larissa’s in a bad mood for the rest of the night and when they go back to the hotel, reader follows Larissa to her room to check what was wrong and Larissa kisses them out if frustration and tells reader her feelings. Can you also please make the ending steamy but no actual smut. Thank you!

I hope this is okay, Lovey! I’ve had writers block for a little while and this is the first time my brain has been like “WRITEWRITEWRITE” so I’m sorry it’s super long. Like 2800 hundred words or something and it’s definitely not the best but I hope it works. Let me know if I could do better!

Not proof read, love y’all

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY (that songs been stuck in my head)

AN: sorry about the formatting im so confused as to what happened to it, not proof read

Warnings:none

As much as you loved Nevermore, you couldn’t be more excited for a little trip away. Even if the trip itself revolved around the academy and other outcast educators from around the country. The invitation that was sent out had requested that, “Principal Larissa Weems, and one additional educator guest, of the invitees choice, attend the event for the opportunity to socialize and discuss what’s been beneficial for each schools students, communities, and staff as a whole.”

You had just finished your last class of the day, when Larissa had come in. Unbeknownst to you, she had stood outside of your classroom door for a moment, giddy that she’d be spending a bit of time with you, had you decided to attend the event with her. “Good Evening, Miss Y/L/N,” she spoke with a smile, as she made her way closer to your desk. You spun around,”Larissa! How’s it going?” You grinned and leaned on your palms. “Very well, thank you. So, this morning, I received an invitation to an event, just outside the state line,” handing you the letter, she continued. “Of course, I’ll be attending. However, I came here to see if you’d indulge me and be my guest educator? I know it’s a sudden trip, but I believe the insight gained from conversing with the other educators, may be beneficial for Nevermore.” She watched as you read the letter, biting your lip in thought. She stood tall and confident, as she usually does, only now, she was fiddling with her fingers. Maybe her hands were cold. “It’s this weekend? Sure, I don’t see why not,” you smiled and handed the invitation back to her. “Lovely, I look forward to our excursion. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N,” she began to make her way out of the class room before you quickly caught her attention once more, “Oh! Larissa! Sorry, do we know roughly how much the expenses for everything will be? I have to make sure I’ve got enough put away,” you looked up at her. She informed you that luckily, all of your expenses were paid.

By the time the event weekend had arrived, you had everything set in place. Miss Thornhill would keep a close eye on your students hall, spending money was set aside, and you entrusted your most responsible student, Bianca, with tending to the needs of your class goldfish, Hush. Situating your suitcase in the trunk of the car, alongside Larissa’s, you slid your sunglasses to the top of your head and sat in the passenger seat.

“I’m hungryyyyy,” you whined and flopped your head to the side. Laughing at your childish display, “I told you it would be a bit of a drive. You didn’t eat beforehand?” She obviously knew the answer. You shook your head and pouted. Larissa reached back behind your seat, and pulled up a small woven bag, filled with snacks. Gasping, you quite literally couldn’t be happier,” OH, you’re the best! You can pick what we snack on first,” you were too busy drooling over the multitude of snacks in your lap, you didn’t notice how her pale cheeks had suddenly been overtaken by a delicate pink.

The remainder of the drive to the hotel was full of snacking on treats, screaming the lyrics to songs, and Larissa adoring how peaceful you seemed as you slept. You even managed to make her a flustered mess when you insisted she wore your sunglasses to “shield those pretty blue eyes,” of hers.

When you two arrived, you were welcomed by both hotel employees and event volunteer staff. Larissa took it upon herself to check in and grab your room keys. “This is faaaancy,” you shimmied your way down the hall, towards your hotel rooms. “Hey Girlies! This whole floor has been reserved for the event tonight, so I’m assuming that’s what you two are here for,” a woman clad in a brown pantsuit, enthusiastically shook your hand. “I’ve got to run, it was lovely to meet you. Oh! Beware, the alarm clocks in this place have a nasty habit of going off at random hours,” she waltzed into the elevator.

“She seems very chipper,” Larissa chuckled as she pointed you to your door which was right next to her. “For sure, she was really purrrdy, too,” you said laughing. You didn’t seem cognizant as to the reaction Larissa had given to your words.

There was about 3 hours before the event started in the convention center of the hotel. Each of you chose to do what you wanted with the extra time, before you had to be ready and at the event. Your hotel room was modern, yet cozy. You had a comfortable bed with a plush blanket laying on top. The mini fridge was stocked with teas, juices, and waters of many brand names. You were thankful that the event coordinators gave you two free drinks. Grabbing a water from the fridge, you set out your outfit for the evening.

You decided to get dressed earlier than needed, you figured if you did it now, less of a chance you’d lose track of time. you wore a black long-sleeve top that accentuated your collar bones, a beige double-layered mesh skirt with black detailing that flowed around at your ankles, and adorned it all with a stunning citrine necklace and earring set.

Very quickly though, you got bored. What better way to entertain yourself, than to go hang out with a friend? You picked up the hotel phone, punched in a room number, as sat waiting for a response. “Hi, thank you for calling Pizza Place, how can I help you?” You held back a giggle, “I- you phoned me? I’m sorry I believe you must’ve gotten the wrong number,” confused as ever, Larissa had prepared to replace the phone on its stand. “No No! Rissa ! It’s me!” Laughing like a dork, you explained you were just messing with her because you were already ready and incredibly bored. “Oh you- haha, very funny,” she sarcastically chuckled, “you can come here and talk while I finish getting ready, if you’d like.” Less than a minute went by before you plunged the phone back down, grabbed your handbag, and knocked on her door. She tittered as she opened the door to your cheeky smile, before she stopped and admired you. “What? Oh, you like?? Look! It’s got pockets- oh! And,” you paused, stepping back and excitedly twirling around, “ISN’T IT MAGICAL?” She nodded in response,” yes, I love it. Certainly a magical outfit to fit such a magical person,” you giggled at her compliment, before you both moved into her room.

Larissa got ready in the restroom as you sat yourself on her bed. Talking through the open door, you went on and on about how much you anticipated speaking to the other teachers. They might have some good intel on how to keep the children engaged, or maybe they even have grand ideas about events to hold at the academy.

“Do you think that- woah…” looking up from your phone, “you look like royalty, Rissa,” in awe, you took in the sight. Swiftly turning her head in an attempt to conceal her blush, she grabbed her purse, “Thank you, Y/N. As do you, dear. Ready to go?” She asked, before you hopped off the bed, straightened out your skirt, and linked your arm with hers. “Absolutely.” If only you had noticed how much she flustered at the physical contact.

The venue was as elegant as you could’ve imagined. Taking in the scene, you both made your way into the crowd of people. Some quickly recognizing Larissa and moving in your direction. “Larissa, my, you haven’t aged a day,” a man with fangs spoke through a lisp. You stuck by her side as she conversed with principals from all over the country. You had never even seen some of these types of outcast in person. With a whisper, you informed Larissa that you’d be headed over to grab a drink from the bar. “Don’t be long, please. I’d much rather have you by my side than to speak with these people alone,” you smiled and assured her it wouldn’t be long. Selecting the finest lush red wine for Larissa, and an airy white for yourself, Larissa had found you back at her side. Thanking you as she swirled the glass, she took your arm into hers and began speaking to the woman who wore a dazzling hat, as to cover her snakes.

“Hey cutie!” It was the woman who spoke to you in the hall when you first arrived, “Goodness, you look ravishing,” looking over at Larissa who had glanced over for a moment,”You both do.” Complimenting her on her pantsuit, she invited you over to speak with her and some of the teachers from surrounding areas. “I’ll be over there, okay Riss?” Unlinking your arm, your allowed your hand to be taken by the other woman. Previously unbothered, Larissa was hastily overtaken by jealousy. The way the woman took your hand, and you allowed her to do it so easily. The way you nearly folded into yourself laughing at her jokes, the way you visibly flustered when she’d compliment you or she’d “accidentally” graze your skin. She felt possessive over you. She loved you, het you hadn’t noticed. Were the feelings not mutual? “God, this woman is practically throwing herself at her,” she thought.

Trying to spilt her attention in two ways caused Larissa to slip up in her disciplined demeanor. “What? I’m sorry, I lost focus for a moment,” she apologized to the man. She couldn’t care less about the statistics received from his school, her mind was completely overtaken by the thought of you. She completely lost it when she spotted that woman’s hand, resting on your lower back, as she introduced you to some of the higher up educators. What made you throw your head back in laughter? How was it that you so easily took such a liking to her? Would you have preferred to be here with her than with Larissa? She couldn’t help all the thoughts racing through as she quickly made her way to the other side of the room.

You often looked around the venue, trying to spot Larissa’s whereabouts. “Where the hell did she go?” You thought. Finally, about 30 minutes before the event was set to wrap up, you caught a glimpse of her leaning against the wall, nursing her glass of wine. “Rissa? Where’ve your been? I’ve been looking for you for almost the entire night,” you chuckled, still concerned. You received nothing but a hum in response as she downed the rest of her glass. “Rissa?”

“Enjoy the rest of the night, Miss Y/N,” she stood and pushed her glass into the center of the table. “Wait, what? Where are you going? We’re here together, silly. Are you okay?” Throwing questions at her, trying to stop her before she got to the doors.

“I-“ cut off by someone calling your name,

“Y/N! Some new friends and I are going to head to the pool after this, wanna come?”

Larissa scoffed and increased her speed, quickly exiting the venue. “Sorry, I’d love to, but I’ve got to go and help a friend with something.”

Racing through the lobby, you spotted Larissa just as the elevator doors closed. “Fuck,” running to the front desk to ask about the location of the stairs. Promptly speeding your way up the stairs, you made it to your floor just as Larissa had exited the elevator. Rolling her eyes, she continued her walk to the room. “Larissa! What’s wrong?” Shouting as you race behind her, “What the hell happened back there?”

“Please, go.” She shoved open her room door and went in. “I-“ using some strength, you pushed the door as she tried to close it,” Rissa, seriously, what’s wrong? Did someone do something? I may be short but rest assured I will take someone down for you,” finally pushing the door all the way open.

Pulling off her coat, she kicked off her heels. Reaching for her hand, she ripped her hand away from your grasp. “Please, talk to me, Riss?”

She let out a dry laugh. Setting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up in an attempt to prevent tears from falling. “You- That woman-“ failing to get her words out she groaned in frustration. “What about her? Did you know her?” Stepping closer, you stood on your tippy toes, grabbed her face and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. “Don’t do that!” startled by her sudden change in voice, you moved back.

“You can’t keep doing that!”

“Doing what?! I just-“

“No! You can’t just pretend like you don’t notice me trying to win your favor! Stop treating me as if you share the feelings i do! I keep-“ a sob breaking her from her sentence.

“Larissa, I don’t think I understand I’m sorry-“

She grabbed your cheeks, somehow both roughly and gently, and brought your lips to hers. You could taste the wine on her lips. It took a moment for you to process what was happening, but quickly you returned the effort. It was like everything stopped for a moment. Nothing existed, but her. “Oh,” was all that left your mouth as she pulled way. “Oh..oh god. Y/N, i am so sorry, i am so so sorry, i don’t know why I did that. I let my emotions get the best of me and I apologize if I’ve compromised our-“ she was too stuck in her anxious rambling that she didn’t notice you kicking the stool that sat by the desk. You dragged it with your foot, placing it just in front of her, before you stepped up. You spun her around and pulled her hands away from her face. Startled by the sudden height change, she spoke,

“What are you-“ letting out a hum as she melted.

“The feelings are mutual, Rissa. I promise,” you begrudgingly pulled away from her, not letting go of her face. “Did you just…use a step stool to kiss me..” You both looked down before she broke out into a small fit of laughter. “I.. yeah, yes, I did… and I’d do it again” you chuckled before kissing her once more.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have allowed my feelings for you to ruin your night out,” she pouted. “Don’t be silly. I’m sorry that I hadn’t taken upon your advances. I have a hard time with cues, you know,” you brushed your thumb down her cheek, before she lifted you off the stool and placed you by the nightstand.

“That was quite the unexpected fervid display, wasn’t it,” she chuckled and wrapped her hand around yours. “Yeah, movie worthy, if I do say so myself,” smirking, you leaned up on your arm, “hey, so… you should totally kiss me again,” earning a good laugh from Larissa. “Is that so?” She gazed at your lips, memorizing every feature she could. Your heart began to race as you did the same. You never noticed how the apples of her cheeks were naturally, such a subtle pink. Pecking your lips once, she smirked as you let out a slight whine. “Cute,” she said before she smacked her lips against yours. You were completely enveloped in bliss as she bit your lip and delved her tongue between them. Moving your hand to her side, you traced her form. Gently moving your hand beneath her blouse, you trailed your fingertips to the clasp of her bra. Making swift work of it, she crawled her way on top of you, beginning to pull your top from your skirt, you moaned as her cold hands grazed over a sensitive area of skin. “Rissa you-“ startled by the sudden blaring of the alarm clock, you threw her off of you and both bounced away from the alarm. “HOLY SHIT, WHAT- oH… is that was that lady was talking about?” Both heaving from your previous attempt at “extracurricular activities” and the fear produced from the unexpected alarm clock, you busted out laughing. Making her way to shut off the alarm, Larissa picked up her coat and threw it on the bed. “We should get some rest, we can enjoy the day tomorrow before we have to head back home,” she gave a soft smile. You complied, still having a tint of a blush at the look of a slightly disheveled Larissa. “Goodnight, Rissa,” you made your way to your room next door. A few moments went by, Larissa had gotten settled into bed, before the phone started ringing, “Hello?” “Rissa, I’m bored again,” you admitted as she laughed on the other side of the phone.